leaving it alone
grows on me.
if i ignore my obsessions
for long enough
they become the things
that i'm putting off
instead of that compulsion
that i'm giving in to.
i've wrapped comfort around me
and over my eyes.
sometimes a cocoon feels right.
like i'm
sleeping
recharging
regaining HP.
i don't need to worry
over things that aren't things.
i don't need to carry
these doubts on my shoulders.