it’s warm and woolly and i don’t like it.
it’s brown and hairy and maybe the monster is under my bed.
but i must sleep because tomorrow i will see the eiffel tower.
although the one at home is better, i’d rather be here because of what tomorrow will bring.
when you’re asleep you can’t tell anyway.
goodnight. itchy.
The child curled in his blanket, dwelling in the warm security of it. His parents left him on the corner, his heart raced with sheer terror, the small sheild wrapped around him his only comfort, along with his thumb which he planted firmly between his teeth. His blue eyes gazed at the street before him and sighed quietly
A blanket of snow covered the land, but Malachi was still out walking as he always did. The search was unending, the quest the only thing that mattered.
One day, he would find the lost bus pass. then, and only then, free bus travel would be his once more.
id like to tie a blanket around my house mates mouth gagging him painfuly, and tieing him to the wall. every day i would come in to him and slap a little bit of cop on into his head. after about twenty years ill consider letting him down. mabe twenty five
“Don’t be such a wet blanket,” he mused to her softly in the afterglow.
She knew he was right – she could only help people as much as they wanted to be helped and nothing more. She thought to herself that his actualization of her realization secured her thoughts that he was the ONE.
keeps me warm babies carrying one around like a piece of themselves needing security more than security comfort and softness different colors always square
comfort, warmth, cosiness. my blanket my castle. in hiding. hidden. blanket ban of firearms. erm. blank.
it’s warm and woolly and i don’t like it.
it’s brown and hairy and maybe the monster is under my bed.
but i must sleep because tomorrow i will see the eiffel tower.
although the one at home is better, i’d rather be here because of what tomorrow will bring.
when you’re asleep you can’t tell anyway.
goodnight. itchy.
your sweet and soft touch is like a blanket to my soul
The child curled in his blanket, dwelling in the warm security of it. His parents left him on the corner, his heart raced with sheer terror, the small sheild wrapped around him his only comfort, along with his thumb which he planted firmly between his teeth. His blue eyes gazed at the street before him and sighed quietly
i go to bed with my blanket. i used to haave a blanket. i wonder what happenend to it…
it waas so nice to sleep with. checked and sewn and shit.
i miss it…
A blanket of snow covered the land, but Malachi was still out walking as he always did. The search was unending, the quest the only thing that mattered.
One day, he would find the lost bus pass. then, and only then, free bus travel would be his once more.
id like to tie a blanket around my house mates mouth gagging him painfuly, and tieing him to the wall. every day i would come in to him and slap a little bit of cop on into his head. after about twenty years ill consider letting him down. mabe twenty five
“Don’t be such a wet blanket,” he mused to her softly in the afterglow.
She knew he was right – she could only help people as much as they wanted to be helped and nothing more. She thought to herself that his actualization of her realization secured her thoughts that he was the ONE.
She wondered if he felt the same way.
keeps me warm babies carrying one around like a piece of themselves needing security more than security comfort and softness different colors always square