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

our shoulders.

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.