Burrow

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Who needs you?

All I need is my pacifier and my blankie.

I need my warm dark burrow and a full belly.

A loose sweatsuit and fuzzy socks.



I'll turn on the pacifier and watch a comforting rerun

Content in leisure and cozy in mess

Eyelids half shut

No worries about miscommunication

"Shh, I wanna watch this!"

Interaction is a risk



Here I am all that is

Unable to screw this up

The story always ends the same

I turn it off and go to bed



In my little world I trust

All requirements are shed like skins

Poise, Eloquence, Intelligence, Comeliness

Wit, Empathy, Presence, Charisma

blunted as I hurl them at the wall



I am the ruler of all I survey.

The President of No Decisions.

The Queen of Nothingness.

Even the air does not change.

No breezes allowed.

HEY, CLOSE THAT DOOR!

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Or, as someone else put it:

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep.