Who needs a blanket?

get a space for everything

a triangle-shaped corner where your butt fit

a perfect space to close the gap between your knees

as you pour everything at times of shutdown

a space by the window where forearms and chin can bond

a lovely place to gaze — King of the night

often questions with no right answer.

a space to hit and a durable glittering hammer

for those we can’t keep. life could be drowning

never forget about strength — to hit, we must hit.

a safe place to shout

to not be self-venting, and

to not look for it outside.

a place to allow what’s uncertain

risks are handpicked, there is no space for it

the more it is, the more we live

There are blankets in my room,

But for what need?

The world is a shared blanket.