Saturday, January 10, 2015

Nothing Exists.

What is it
about getting in bed
and pulling the covers
up over your head?

There you are,
sealed between softness,
trying to hold out
as long as you can
breathing in that dead air,
until you finally
create a tiny break
in your fortress--
just enough
for a thread of cool air
to bring you back to life.

I think I like
that no one
in the world
can see you,
that you let your mind
go as blank
as the blackness
in front of your eyes,
that you can pretend
for one minute
that not you
or anything else

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