it is strange
the things i find comfort in
other people
find discomfort
the complete darkness
accompanied by the glow
of streetlights or stars
comfortable.
the patter of rain
accompanied by the clap
of thunder and lightning
comfortable.
the cold air
accompanied by the flush
in my cheeks and tears in my eyes
comfortable.
YOU ARE READING
poems;
Poetrysome not entirely logical words, jumbled together to make something mildly logical
