The atmosphere
It's warm and comforting
It's cozy and inviting
It's coaxing me to drift away from here
My fuzzy sweatshirt and my plushy, down blanket
My airy pillow and crisp, white sheets
My closed blinds with the slightest bit of sun streaming in through the cracks
All was so quiet, you could not even hear a cricket
The soft sounds of my nighttime playlist begin to echo so distantly
As my eyes feel like weights that are too heavy to lift
The real world becomes blurry and black
And the dream realm becomes apparent
I curl up into a tighter ball
My knees touch my chest
And my spine rounds out
I pull the covers closer
The warmth must be kept
Or maybe the reason was not for the thermal warmth
Perhaps it was something more
The warmth I had in mind
Was not the kind you seek for when you're cold
But the kind when you feel lonesome
Or the kind when you need human comfort
I guess that's purpose for my reluctance to leave my bed
Not only to leave reality
But to escape my loneliness as well
Because the comfort you get from a blanket
Is similar to human
It's close to you, reassures you, and sets you at ease
But it cannot replace the true presence of human assurance
That's something only we can provide.
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PoetryHere are some short poems I was inspired to write. They're based on the weather, things that make me happy sad, etc., things that have happened to me or that I believe happen to everyone, and probably some more topics. I've organized the chapters to...
