Cup From The Past

I know I write about the most random things, but hey just hear me out okay…

I got a cup from my friend’s place. Something just felt so right about this particular cup. It almost felt like I’d at one point met this specific cup in my previous life.

It felt so familiar.

There’s something so anciently beautiful about it.

It feels like it was picked from the 1900s.
See the literal reasons why I always refer to myself as an old soul.

Such a wholesome cup this one.


I brought it home, and everyone called it “kikombe ya kitambo”, (a cup from the past).
I found it curious how quickly they linked it to old age, as if history clung to its surface.

I’ve gotten a whole lot of unexplainable nostalgia. I can’t really put a finger on it. But I also know growing up, my grandma had a similar set of cups.

Maybe I’m just being extra but,.. the cup has been the highlight of my day. A familiar warmth.

Yeah that’s basically about the cup I borrowed from a friend.

I’ll probably have to name it, referring to it as “the cup” just feels so unfair and mean. Very diabolical. Cruel.

I know when tomorrow comes, I’ll have a name for it.

Cheers

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