The world fades away.
I am a pair of eyes
until my cats snuggle with me.
I am nestled in a forest of worries
and my failures I am unable to lift from
Still, he loves me.
I write and rewrite.
Taking notes, placing orange post its all over my desk,
music continues to play. Netflix is heard from the next room.
I stretch my mind and stretch again.
Still, the page always listens.