each tuft of fluff
that sprouts from this fabric
shrouding my bent over shoulders
as I cradle this softly glowing screen
and merge my mind with the rhythmic click
of the keys
the rain on the roof outside my window is still audible
Above the melancholy melodies
playing over and over in my headphones
comfort is the safety of regularity
but the excitement of cautious exploration
comfort is the knew the old the everything,
that I feel myself falling into
addicted to the way my soul is plummeting
down down
the wonder is wrapped around me
floating in a serene sea
comfort is eyes-closed falling into your arms
knowing you will lift me up and again,
rest your hand on the top of my head
gentle love
I am still bruised
from hitting my head and laughing it off
comfort is warm broth
trickling down my throat
that sprouts from this fabric
shrouding my bent over shoulders
as I cradle this softly glowing screen
and merge my mind with the rhythmic click
of the keys
the rain on the roof outside my window is still audible
Above the melancholy melodies
playing over and over in my headphones
comfort is the safety of regularity
but the excitement of cautious exploration
comfort is the knew the old the everything,
that I feel myself falling into
addicted to the way my soul is plummeting
down down
the wonder is wrapped around me
floating in a serene sea
comfort is eyes-closed falling into your arms
knowing you will lift me up and again,
rest your hand on the top of my head
gentle love
I am still bruised
from hitting my head and laughing it off
comfort is warm broth
trickling down my throat
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