Comfort
Comfort comes in simple
forms, even a thorn in
your foot as to feel is to
be real.
The scent of a warm summers
day to the crisp smell of a cold
winters day. We may not even
notice how a warm embrace, or
a cold hand shake are one in
the same.
Comfort is like a protection,
something you can hold onto
in thought or even better from
touch. To know how much another
person cares takes away your
despair.
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