I sat around hiding under a comfortable yet small blanket
One that could keep out the cold but only for a short time
I knew eventually I would need something bigger something more consuming
Yet at the same time the temporary comfort was enough to shield my mind
Time kept passing and I convinced myself that as the warmth grew necessity would shrink
In turn leaving me needing less
I would be filled up in the end and simply forget why I needed it to begin with
Comfort soon grew to normality and the necessity stayed put
When I'd rise to move it I realized I couldn't
By this point there was no logic in removing it anyways, I was "comfortable"
It was a part of me and I a part of it To take from it would be to take from me
The only solution was to stay with it
It was then i realized it was I giving to it
The blanket was truly doing nothing but keeping me from something warmer
Because without me it would have no purpose but to lay empty keeping itself warm
And this notion would throw guilt upon any heart
But coming to the indecision, which is eternally more important.
The need for my own warmth
Or the blankets happiness and fulfilled purpose
The only true answer is to set the blanket aside and search for something larger and more sensible.
I walk away knowing someone will desire and have a need for this blanket and it's purpose would be fulfilled in someone else, he wouldn't be left alone.
