10/1/12

What comforts you?

         When I think of comfort, I think of “being at peace”. Not in the matter of being at peace after you die. But being in such a state of mind, that you forget all that is around you, and you are surrounded by bliss. For me that is the most comfortable thing, being enclosed in a blanket of harmony. I find this feeling when I am on the bridge between reality and dream. That section of time before you fall into a sleep, but are still awake enough to still be “here”. That is my “being at peace”; complete pleasure.  When I lay my body on my bed and smother myself in blankets, I get a feeling that runs through my body as if all my thoughts, troubles, and wants, drain from my veins. I forget all. My mind becomes blank; an empty canvas for my dreams to take over. It’s why I treasure sleep; I want it. It’s as if it was my own personal addiction, as if my body desires, craves the washing of my mind. That is my comfort; my heaven, a pure ecstasy.