Comfort in comfort itself

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It's always so easy to have the need to revert to familiarity
To be assured in the outcome, to be assured of feelings
and with much confidence and certainty on how things would turn out, how certain things are said.
There will be no need to second guess my thoughts or your thoughts.
No need to risk hurting feelings as we know where we both stand on certain issues.
It is the silent understanding, no need for verbalising our thoughts or feelings.

There are days.. and nights where I sit back and ponder the outcome of my actions
Or like tonight, as I tried in vain to pre-occupy my mind, to fog out my frustration and almost anger
Tossing salads, chopping and slicing my daily ration of rabbit food

There is no description for where I feel I am.
It's almost a lack in rationality. Does it even exist anymore?
Lack of organisation; utter chaos and clutter.

The uncertainty and dis-satisfaction that life brings is sheer frustration.
The harder you push, the less fruit it will bear. There is much need to practice patience.
I ponder my actions and the result of numerous decisions made; the paths I have chosen.
Could things have turned out differently if I had been more patient?

There is no better form of comfort then seeking it in comfort itself.

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