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Querida mãe, que carrega consigo a responsabilidade pelo bem-estar de outra vida. Carrega consigo amor, mas também preocupações, dores e traumas.
No meio de tudo isso, esquecemos de olhar para dentro. Para esse poder imenso que habita em ti. Mãe, fonte geradora de vida.
*Meditação inspirada na benção do Útero por Miranda Gray

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Song Insight

“I’m Missing You” is a tender, whimsical diary set to guitar. It’s not about grand gestures—it’s about the small, messy moments that make love unforgettable: coffee cups steaming, toast popping, eggs cracking, and the quiet ache of wishing someone was there. Awkward, shy, and imperfect by design, the song feels like a private voice memo left for someone special. It’s playful yet heartfelt, capturing the sweetness of young love and the loneliness of missing it.

Lyrics

Intro:
Spoken Word:
"This song is dedicated to my boyfriend Brooks, I love you and I'm missing you"


Verse 1:
I can’t sleep staring at my phone
Wishing it was you looking up at me
Why does it have to be so complicated
Can’t we just skip to that place
Where you are next to me

Chorus:
Coffee cup, dreaming of you
Cheesy things we do, I’m stuck like glue
What do I do with thoughts of you?
Falling hard, I know it’s true
Jelly toast, I’ll make for you

Verse 2:
Making my coffee, dreaming of you
Stirring in the parts that make me laugh
Eggs in the pan cracked, I smile again
Cheesy things we do, it has me like glue
Toast pops up and I’m being jelly
Your friends get to be with you
And I stare into another day feeling blue

Chorus:
Coffee cup, dreaming of you
Cheesy things we do, I’m stuck like glue
What do I do with thoughts of you?
Falling hard, I know it’s true
Jelly toast, I’ll make for you

Verse 3:
The TV’s on but I’m not feeling at home
It’s when you’re gone that I’m all alone
Nothing can take your place
No matter what I do

The juice sweet reminds me kissing your neck
Your lips, your skin and I’m falling further in
I don’t mind this time, take me under just a spell
I’d rather be dreaming, seeing you
Than in this empty hell

Bridge:
Cold chill locked us in under covers
My body warm pressed next to you
Every part of me knew what to do
In darkness we captured our spark
The hotel room was lit up like fire
The crisp air turned to steam
Worries melted into air
Down we arrived there
Tired and gone
Sleep fell
And we were gone

Verse 4:
Like that I was awake back alone
Wishing you were home
But fishes be damned, I ain’t got a thing
It’s just me left in my own mess
The parts that’s left when I’m blue
From not having you

Chorus – Outro:
Coffee cup, dreaming of you
Cheesy things we do, I’m stuck like glue
What do I do with thoughts of you?
Falling hard, I know it’s true
Jelly toast, I’ll make for you




Personal Reflection

“This song is for Brooks. It’s the closest I could get to bottling how love feels when it’s silly, shy, and real—and how empty mornings feel when he’s not there. The coffee, the toast, even the eggs—every small detail carries his presence. Recording it, I didn’t want polish; I wanted truth. Just me, a guitar, and the sound of missing someone who matters.”

4Me2BeFree

For 4ME2BEFREE, “I’m Missing You” shows the softer side of storytelling. Not every track has to scream; sometimes the quietest, quirkiest love songs say the most. This is intimacy captured raw: imperfect strums, shy laughter, and lyrics that let the listener sit at the breakfast table of someone in love. It’s another layer of cinematic honesty—where imperfection is the beauty.

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