'Perfectly Cozy'

night, night

day by day

one knows one's coziness,

hiding under the covers on cold nights

reading an adventurous story on a sunny afternoon

examine stamen of a flower carefully in a breeze

or run, breathe, baring some teeth

we can only be the gods of our own lives, right?

Is it necessary to differentiate so much then alienate or conquer each other?

Is it necessary to assimilate so deeply then manipulate or betray each other?

Ask a beloved one,

she may simply smile, or comfort

Oh, She better be cozy

Investigating chaos, feeling weary

but at times one can still feel that being in one’s life is...

perfectly cozy