I wore my sweater today. It hugs my torso and reminds me to fall into myself. It reminded me that I deserve to be loved, to be warmed.

Like a pillow fort one makes as a child,

It mutes the outside,

and gives me a chance to focus on within.

The sleeves wrap around my arms, past my wrists. I cling onto the cuffs for comfort.

Reminded that I don’t need to show all of me all the time,

and the thoughts I have are my own. No matter right or wrong.

I struggle to see the yellowing leaves, On the tree with yellowing leaves.