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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Mysterious Mystical 

Mystic INFJ. 

I believe that I achieved some form of becoming mystical. The third eye opening. Awakening the mind’s creativity to the point that all attainable information can be found. Stored. Expelled back into the universe and then experienced in a form in which my psyche could hold it. Anything that I could imagine I could do. 


Mysterious is a world where anything can and will happen. 

When my parents told me that anything you put your mind to you can achieve. 

That’s the reality of it all. Where someone’s beliefs make them whatever they want to become. I mean anything that they want to become they can. If you want to become invisible. Then disappear. If you want to become famous create fame. You you want to be rich. Find something to be rich in. Enrich your life. 

This life may be one big ass game. 

Things hidden will always remain unseen if your not looking for them. But at the end of the day. Ask yourself did you live the day the way you wanted to.

C. L Cunningham 

Sending you love n light 🌞🎃



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