I could use a cup of coffee, mom.

I could use a cup of coffee, mom. Not literally. I feel like emotionally, I am all put of coffee, creamer and sugar. All I have, mom, is an empty coffee cup. Empty, waiting for someone, for Life, for God, for others(?), to bring round coffee fixings, to fill my cup. To fill ME, up, mom.

I’m not feeling empty. Just in need of a bit of pampering, I guess.

Last night, mom, I thought about my life. Thought about the words I try and put out into this big old thing called Earth. I thought of words, traveling countless miles, to and into, hopefully, hearts that I shall never meet. Hearts that shall never touch mine. Hearts that won’t fill this empty cup.

I could use a cup of coffee, mom. Til then, I shall do my utmost to fill the cup, of others.

Coffee anyone?

here,

Cassandra

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1. 

   as always beautifully written, beautifully spoken beautifully sister…..your journey is far from over . ❤️

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   That reminder to stop trying to prove ourselves and just set down the weight of guilt is so deeply comforting.…

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   I really enjoyed this, so true and made me smile.

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   😉🥰