I want to crawl into a hidey-hole
Away from the chatter and layers of noise
Crawl into my own little fox's den and only hear the whispers amongst the leaves and the chirping of robins
Take away my worries of creaking bones and tired muscles
Push away the feelings of being the last supporting leg of my home
To crawl into a hidey-hole and shut my eyes and be cuddled, consumed by the cool soil
I peek out of my little hole and watch sunsets, animals walk by, even a curious kid tilt their head and take a sneaky peek
It's okay because I'm in my hidey-hole
And it's where I want to stay
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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