Fulfilment

Denim smells sweet
As I lean my head
Against tired knees
That slacken in my hold.

And paper feels rough,
As I try to forget
The sanity I lost to the words
On the pages
Of all my favourite books.

And the chocolate coats my teeth
The way lies used to coat
My tongue.
So I close my eyes
And place down my pen,
And allow the rain to remind me
That it is enough just to breathe.