I do not wonder why
there are candles lit beside my bed or why the warmth of nostalgic ambience is back
seeping through my cracks, and healing my spine
For fairy’s dance upon my head
I lay here
Under the coziest blanket I ever did thread
No incentive to walk on my own spirit
No I’m here enjoying my own presence
I could wonder what’s gonna happen next
No.
I can’t. I’ll ruin myself just right then..
So I lay here comfortably
My mind is finally feeling its long needed rest
in the midst of a cozy winter night
When I wake
The candles are still lit.
The ambience stays fit
I do not wonder why.