Before my eyes is a cup full to the brim with black tea, simply waiting for me to drink from. I simply stare into it’s black depths and wonder what the day will bring me. Often I find my cup drained to the last drop of tea, and left feeling drained and used up.
No matter how many times I refill it, moments later it is empty again. And I am left feeling overwhelmed and sad. I try to protect myself with a light of the deepest pink surrounding me like a bubble would. And yet somehow the bubble is burst and I am standing alone and naked before the whole world.