#Warmth

A blanket is a scrap of fabric masquerading as security in one’s home. Touching it creates the illusion of safety, permitting temporary escape from the cold reality. Clad in the hyperbole of filling emotional voids with a single layer, it is actually a suppressor stealing breath and mobility. Ultimately, the blanket is a merchant’s tool for peddling the illusion called warmth.

Warmth is a virtual heater ignited in the mind's landscape of others. It defrosts the soul just enough, yet excessive heat causes burns of vanity. Unrequested kindness is traded like social currency on the fine line between heartfelt care and patronizing pity. It temporarily melts the frost of relationships but resets the icy timer once its fuel runs out, fickle as the seasons. True warmth sometimes fulfills the paradoxical role of protecting from coldness while wielding the blazing pressure of an emotional firestorm.