So when the nights turn cold and I lay along in bed, I wonder if there's something more out there. A place, a time that will rest warm on my heart. For beneath these covers, I am sheltered from pain and disappointment. I am protected by the softness so hard that it sinks to mold my skin. But in that protection and in that comfort I question the emptiness, I wonder if I'll know when to let the right things in.

If I'm so busy guarding my space, shadowed by the blanket around me, I will end up alone protecting nothing, no one - but myself.