A book in my head, my eyes scan close, A lovely and perfect comfort dose. A blanket on my lap and a dim light to read, And a cup of coffee is all I need. Away from the past, hiding from the future, To my heart, it's a beautiful departure. Lost in those words, all alone. Even though just words, they have a tone. Reading through the night, The moonlight is pretty bright. Feeling their emotions, meeting them again, Is something that can't be disheartened, even by the rain. I can feel myself interested, By the future of those to whom I'm invested. No matter how bad the tragedy, It's always replaced by comedy. -InsanelyHilarious