So much scarring from morning sun,
blistering cold from trains and cars passing me by.
So many cuts from blades of grass,
so much noise from storms,
but so much comfort from people I’ve known.
So much destruction from the outside world,
and yet so much peace from looking into your eyes.
Safety and quiet from being with you,
happiness and fulfillment from breathing the same air.
Outside is rough, it’s noisy and loud,
outside is grim, tired and soiled.
Inside is tranquil, with nothing in between.

I open my eyes, and here I am, embroiled.

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