Erika Fill Me Up Apr 2026

Fill me up with sunlight and small mercy. Let the windows open and the day forgive me for everything I couldn’t do yesterday. Give me a plant that refuses to die under my watch, a balcony morning where the city inhales and I get to exhale.

Fill me up with the feeling of being wanted—not as a rescue mission but as chosen. Let touch be simple: a hand on the small of my back, a thumb on the inside of my wrist, a theatrical flourish of fingers through hair. Let belonging be quiet and constant. erika fill me up

If, by the end, there is anything left, fill me up with the courage to give it away. Let it pour out like surplus light, like a well that keeps surprising you with its depth. Erika—fill me up. I will be ready to spill over. Fill me up with sunlight and small mercy