Comfort
And it seems
That feeling alive
Goes along with feeling
I welcome the cold into my bones
In hope my soul will truly search for warm
And in days without sun
And the only way my eyes choose to be is closed
I reach out in the haze for some white noise
Stimulation
A reminder among an ordinary day
That I am nothing less or more than a given kiss
Between Gods lips and the universe
Shifting in the uncomfortable and unideal walks
There exists a return
Present, future, and past
Where I felt the soft fingertips of life
Caress my cheek and make me laugh
Despite not being ticklish
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