A book in my head, my eyes scan close,
A lovely and perfect comfort dose.
A blanket on my lap and a dim light to read,
And a cup of coffee is all I need.
Away from the past, hiding from the future,
To my heart, it\'s a beautiful departure.
Lost in those words, all alone.
Even though just words, they have a tone.
Reading through the night,
The moonlight is pretty bright.
Feeling their emotions, meeting them again,
Is something that can\'t be disheartened, even by the rain.
I can feel myself interested,
By the future of those to whom I\'m invested.
No matter how bad the tragedy,
It\'s always replaced by comedy.
-InsanelyHilarious