ill build a fort from every blanket in the cabinet
as long as you promise that youll keep comin back to it.
remember a long time ago when youd grab all the blankets you could find, maybe a couple chairs or some piece of furniture you could move, some pillows and then begin building your fort? anything was possible in those. you could be a princess waiting for her prince, an explorer that just stumbled into an unexplored cave, an astronaut in his rocket ship.. or it could have just been a place to get away from the world, throw a couple pillows down, grab a coloring book and you were set for the afternoon. i miss those days. i miss finger painting, color by numbers, nap time, cartoons.. like the old school ones. i wanna go back to digging in the dirt and chasing butterflies. i wanna go back to that safe place where nothing could hurt you and the biggest worry was if you had enough pillows in the fort with you.
i know that safe place still exists. i may not be able to see it.. but its there. little bits of it lie within different people in my life. each one is a part of my blanket fort.. some are pillows, the ones whose shoulders i cry on or i go to for comfort.. others are the blankets, covering me and shielding me from the outside world. and some are the sturdy chairs or dressers, the ones that hold you up when you feel like everything is crumbling around you. sometimes you get lucky and you find the people that possess all those qualities.. i know i have. and i know with those people.. one in particular.. i can be me. i dont have to worry about what the outside world thinks cause i know within those walls of my blanket fort… im safe.
maybe im just weird. but i already knew that.. its about time the rest of you do as well.