Warm…
It's a shelter within the heart, a spacious, well-ventilated room with cool white walls, safe, accoutered with every imaginable element of comfort, free of fear and suffering.
In this place-this sanctuary we visit when the unforgiving blue flames of reality begin to rage and consume-we seek refuge in the plush, premeditated lies we tell ourselves. It's somewhere, which is as good as anywhere and far better than nowhere, and it's here we pretend our lives are as pristine and without blemish as the lives of others whom circumstance has smiled upon, and make believe our flesh and our dreams are every bit as viable.
Warm…
Sometimes it's the best we can ever hope our lives will be.