My love overflows.Â
There is no containing the beads of emotions determined to one day seep through my skin.
I’m sat here in the darknessÂ
Sterile walls and busy mind of pillowfill.Â
Pillowfill my mind of happier times when the room didn’t feel so cold, so silent.
I long for warming that no amount of blankets will satisfy. I wish that the space wasn’t so wide a gap between the white wall and my body
Always I would pillowfill the innermost corner, Shielding my eyes from any light, from the world and all its noise. Pretending it doesn’t exist.
Like I’m pretending now.
Pretending that I feel secureÂ
That galaxies projected on my wall were real stars I could wish on. Rather than a remote controlled color show
Too perfect, the settings just rightÂ
Pillowfill my space with cozy but never comfortÂ
Because it’s not the same
                                     I don’t think it ever will be.Â
Pillowfill and refill my hope.