My borders are just too small.

My borders are just too small.

Fresh hell.

I have outgrown these walls.

Crap.

I stretch out and can feel the sides closing in.

Dammit.

Damned.

Doomed?

To a life limited by walls I can’t break free of?

Shhhheeeeeeeeuuuuuuttt!

I tell myself I will not look at these damned borders.

I decorate them.

I tell myself I can learn to live within them.

Ack!

These blasted walls have become a coffin which have buried my hopes and dreams.

I’m tired of snatching them back. I tell myself myself it would do them a service to let them go.

It appears I may not be up to the task.

I whisper to myself that maybe I can learn to live without my yippppeees. My yippppeees call to me, on the other side of my too small borders.

Universe, what do I do with me now?

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: There are days, like today, when I would dearly love to tell my hopes and dreams to shove it!

I would normally pass out encouragement here. I’m empty, today. Someone pass out some love would you please? Let someone know they can and will make it. Let someone know they are loved and not alone. Tell them to be encouraged.

Make sure to tell them to never, ever give up. Maybe give them a hug. Perhaps offer them a prayer. Ah, God. These days have not been fun or funny. Still, I hope…

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love