there are days when your bed seems more familiar than your own face,
where the covers and blankets seem more comforting than a mother's touch,
some days your bed is all tough,
giving you an itch to get up and get going,
carpe diem,
but other times the world seems too scary,
but your bed feels like a safe place to call home,
carpe noctem,
these are the times it calls you back in,
telling you not to leave,
telling you the world is too dangerous and cruel to your fragile heart,
and sometimes it is right,
some days you just need an escape,
so burry yourself under the warm embrace of blankets,
and let yourself dream a little longer.
YOU ARE READING
a life in words
Poetrya random book of words // poetry from the mundane of life // come dive into this realm with me // highest rank - #34 in living <3
