Comfort
an emotional connection
a state of being, where you no longer hate yourself
maybe the hand made quilts that you decide to bask in all day have finally brought this fancy
instead of sweltering in this makeshift office of a bedroom
I doubt they have the ability to do that, maybe they did way back then, but not for you
these quilts were made for another, but who knows who that was
I've decided to make up identities to make things easier to come up with
I have only one persona in life, and it goes with a half smile
but in my writings I can be anyone
but I can't be anyone other than myself so they reflect who I am
Ever being the same thoughts and the same ends
every once and awhile I'm able to show my hope, the hope that keeps the dead alive
Maybe that's why I love love stories that end the way you think they should
You wanted fantasy, but always getting reality