Erika Fill Me Up Apr 2026

Fill me up with music. A song that climbs like vines around whatever grief is growing in the corners. Something with brass that makes the spine remember how to stand, or a guitar that hushes the static between heartbeats. Let the chorus be a place where I can leave my shoes at the door and dance like everyone’s watching and cheering.

Fill me up with coffee first. Not the polite drip that nods and moves on, but the thick, earnest kind that smells of late nights and honest talk. Pour it slow, let steam write its small ellipses into the air, let the cup tell the story of sleepless triumphs and tiny defeats. Fill me up so my hands stop searching for reasons and start holding a mug again. erika fill me up

Fill me up with laughter that hiccups, tears that heal, and midnight conversations that stretch like elastic until dawn. Fill me up with chores shared and food that arrives with no instructions. Fill me up with clumsy poems and perfect apologies. Fill me up with music