Cafea - Not Just Caffeine

Over the past few weeks I’ve started writing a million and one thoughts but haven’t finished one. I just couldn’t find a way to accurately transfer what was in my head onto a sheet of paper nor a blank computer screen. Partially because half the time I didn’t know what was in my head and the rest of the time I felt like I was in a glass cage of emotions. It wasn’t until a friend read my coffee grounds that I even knew where to begin… “it appears as if someone has pooped on your heart but then…there’s also someone dancing next to your heart.” It made perfect sense - why hadn’t I thought of that? It’s all true. One day I’m terrified to go back to all the things that once seemed normal – speaking English, waiting in lines, things that I had often desired for a sense of comfort - but now are no longer my norm. Yet the next day, I’m tickled pink by the simple thought of soon being able to mow the lawn.