My New Blanket

When I was growing up, I was constantly visited by clouds of feelings. I say clouds because I can feel them surround me as if they were light entities. Just there floating, to be seen, but only by feeling. Sometimes they are just around my physical body, and sometimes they stretch as far as the horizon.

There were also times that some feelings wrap around me so tightly like a blanket that I clutch to protect me from the cold. I often use 'blanket' in my younger days of writing poetry. Because it felt right.

Blanket of night,
blanket of darkness,
blanket of soul.

When something blankets you, there is nothing else. Just you, and the blanket separates you from the rest of the world.

And here you are, my new piece of blanket.