Release
Lost in the crisis of time and exsistance,
fighting to keep motivation.
Why stuggle?
Effortless to let go.
Effortless to cease.
Somewhere,
in all the pain,
I remember an old friend,
warm and inviting.
How I savor our short lived encounters.
When you are gone,
I remember the heavenly sight,
off your shimmering grease,
your bright yellow blanket,
and your enticing red spots.
Most of all I aprecciate your holder,
what keeps you together,
saved for last,
as the best should be.
How can worry when you are with me?
For all I can think is how astonishing you are.
And when you leave,
I wonder when you shall return.
You ease my stress as no other does,
because you are reason enough to go on.
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