The Magic We All Hold
Don't you think it's rather strange the levels that we, as people, will reach in order to feel some level of comfort? When I think of that word, I picture my mother's hug, the smell of tobacco and a slight musk that can only be described as her. Have you ever owned something that brings you comfort? I own two things that I can count, one of them being my vape, the plumes that leave my lips on each exhale brings some level of domination to the world around me. It almost acts as a living metaphor that proves I can affect my environment with my mere existence. It's especially comforting when I feel as though the world spins too fast and my life is a rope slipping helplessly through my fingers. The second item that I can think of must be my baby blanket. I know, laugh it up now. But I'm not telling you all this to derive laughter or mockery, but to inspire understanding and acknowledgement. As a fully grown man, it can be embarrassing to go to a hotel or sleep at a fri...