Dear Avie,
Music is playing in the background.
My pen and paper are in my hand.
They take over me.
Power flows through my purple pen.
You are in every shade of purple.
The color reminds me of you somehow.
Even a color can bring me back to you.
My truest of true loves.
I have felt the worst pain.
It makes everything else seem obsolete.
Things become clearer as I weep for you.
I am on my knees.
Please continue to bless me with continued healing.
Can you hear me?
Xoxo- Mommy
