Coffee or tea or something like that

Scrolling down my timeline and there’s nothing I want to focus on.

Looking forward to seeing a post from that favorite feed only to get no rejuvenation.

Feeling better today than yesterday. So I search for something bigger.

Something stronger. Something out of the norm.

I like wet dreams and things that steam mirrors. But when my heart is weary and body is aching from sickness what I want is compassion.

The rat race has made it’s way to the internet and no-one has to drive a car for 9 to 5 thinking.

Rain, sleet, or snow. The pretend job has us going clockwork orange.

When all I really need is a hug and a cup of coffee. I can get both from the internet too yet neither will taste the same.

It’s Tuesday night and I’m in the middle of a snow storm.

Til we meet again.

Xoxo Kandee

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Bedtime story

There once was a place. An imaginary world full of fact and fiction. 

Above it all was the grand master of ceremonies. 

Considered to be one but was an army of many. 

There lies truth and might. I would have said light but that it wasn’t. 

Tells of countrymen from near and far were whispered through those that dared. 

Goblin and geese and anything between there.

Riddles and relics. Fairies and princesses. Magic and mayhem. Stir around for centuries. 

Commands and commanders put fear into many. Prayers and potions became one in the same.

Bedtime stories so fun to hear. Until you can’t sleep at night. 

Because the end is already here.

C. L Cunningham 

Storyteller 

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