tangeled; empty.
you wrap me between a shape hugging blanket,
tight enough for me to move around, though restricted.
and yet, i still feel incomplete..
when i wake up, and when i fall asleep.
if i'm dreaming, wake me up.
no nightmare is left wanted, to relive.
the blanket has reshaped into a material that doesn't exist,
a tight, choking, and literally breath taking embrace
has been too imminent for too long.
the feeling of help is delayed..
the comfort once untangeled me from my irreversible mixture.
something's missing in this impossible recipe.
