Today is a hard day.
I got up. I got up. That in itself feels like a miracle to me.
Going to bed last night i toyed with so many what ifs in my mind, it's ridiculous.
I got up and went to the kitchen and had a glass of fresh mango juice. I like this new tradition we're on. Fresh juice everyday.
Still today is a hard day. I tried a piece of meat. And my system couldn't take it.
So i had some chocolate fudge sprinkled with nuts, and even I couldn't finish my tiny piece. So i picked my glass and went back to bed.
It's the only place i want to be today.
Bed.
Electricity is gone.
Dante called to check up on me. He says to pray.
This is one of those days when i need Him to look into my heart and help me because i'm too weak to say a prayer.
So my prayer is a look to the skies.
Today is a hard day.
But i'll get up and live life.
Besides, life will go on, with or without me.
Kiambu, here i come.
All my love,
Cinnamon
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