I've nestled in your arms Let's be the most unlikely partners Life could ever create... Dear Discomfort, You're a sofa, I bought on sale. You looked good from the window but now you're here in my room, making me feel all kinds of miserable. My back hurts, my neck hurts, my tongue hurts, and I can't express this hurt because you're contagious. You'll spread to those who hear about you. So, I'm keeping you to myself. But it feels like I'm lying to everybody around me, I'm pretending for the first time. I don't want to so I'll shut myself out, I'll close all the windows. The sunlight expects me to validate its existence. I'll fold myself in threes and hide in my closet all over again. I get tired of smiling when you're cruising through my blood, you're on a well deserved vacation. Knock yourself out.
