i used to
dislike
hugs.
but then,
circumstances
have changed;
because now,
i found myself
craving,
for the feel of
a warm embrace.
as the arms cling
to the curve of
each other’s backs,
they resemble
sunset rays—
caressing
one’s skin,
comforting
one’s being,
then whispering
to one’s soul,
“you did well
today.
tomorrow,
i’m sure
you’ll be okay.”
-fin-
Pessimistic Reveries 