I surround the pillow with the blanket and imagine it’s flesh and skin. I press my tear soaked cheek against it and hold on tight. My arms wrapped around something warm. It’s enough to still my heart. Enough for one more night.
With enough imagination even a fleeting moment of joy is sufficient for a lifetime.
My heart holds within two friends who cannot live without the other: one feels the joy of life, the other its agony.
My hands have touched few but my heart compensates by holding many.
It is the vestiges of things elsewhere that most attract me to life.
One window is all I need to travel a universe.
If you can bring everything to life then you will never be lonely.