A cup of tea

I fear of you coming in.
I fear of you not coming in.
There´s pain on my stomach and still place for one more tea.

Resilience as a strength, neither too strong, nor too weak.
Like the tea.

Connection is the reason. Quick reaction is the nightmare.

I feel separated although I long for that thread.

I fear of you coming in.
I fear of you not coming in.
What should I do in between?

I just want to be on my own and so, you scare me.
But scarcity is illusory so please, take me out of this.
So please, relive the consciousness within me.

I really wish a cup of tea.