One can only wrap oneself so much
With burdens and dark voids,
With stories and undivided attention
With pressure and fracture

One can only wrap oneself so much
So that the unwrapping takes longer to do
The slits and ends are difficult to find
And only by letting oneself to carry through the process

One can only wrap oneself so much
And only the wrappers show
So that one is completely deaf and blind temporarily
To the many ridiculous things waiting out there

One can only wrap oneself so much
In the end these wrappers will disperse, transform
Its aura only so unmoving as a goodbye,
Morphing into the unknown

It is only too easy to miss, too hard to follow

Eventually,
One will unite again with these wrappers
And they will only come back for more
So that one can wrap oneself with only too much
Until one can wrap no more