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 good trouble—the kind that wakes you on a weekday and insists you call an old friend, or board a bus with no plan but a map and a dare. Let audacity be the petrol in my veins; I’ll take it to the coast or to the corner store. Surprise me with a sky I haven’t seen before. erika fill me up

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. Fill me up with sunlight and small mercy