A warm blanket in the

A warm blanket in the dead of winter, 

I snuggle deep into its soft bends and folds,

comforting like an old friend, but with all of possibilities of a new one.

A home, your home,

with a welcome mat,

and a loving family inside, I simply walk right inside.

A world to be discorvered,

limitless boundries and thousands of possibilities, 

with the power to turn left, turn around, and choose right, with not a consequence in sight.

Writing isn't just a bunch of words mashed together,

nor is it just a story,

it's a statement, a friend, but most of all, it a way of life.