Comfort
“Droplets of Comfort”
A t-shirt, worn merely for comfort.
Worn for fun, with no sentimental attachment.
I have no need for aprons, just a million paint brushes.
I painted a picture whilst wearing this t-shirt.
And several drops of paint found its way on the unsuspecting party.
And no matter how many times it is washed, these spots of paint will never be removed.
Its own personal battle scars from a war it has won?
Perhaps lost?
No blood was spilled, just a few beads of paint.
These drops of paint have become apart of it.
Like they have always been there.
We both know it is merely a t-shirt.
Worn only for comfort.
Amazing what lack of sleep does to a person, such as myself.
