fuzzy blankets, warm teas, long socks, loyal friends, these are comforting.
comforting to my sorrows, and pain.
they make me drift away
from the darkness of the world
that has been overrun by the enemies.
they make me forget about the problems
that I so badly want to disappear.
and as I wait for my problems to leave,
comfort is my way of making the time shorter.
(a/n: what even is this ?? idk I'm kind of just spilling my thoughts out with this so sorry if these poems are a bit messy)
