Adoxography

Sometimes, sometimes while walking in the forest I get so used to my coat. My cape, my safety blanket.
Sometimes while walking in the forest with my cape I feel so secure that I forget it is the forbidden forest.
Sometimes while walking in the forest with my safety blanket I forget that I am in the dark bad world.
Sometimes while walking...

There are times when the cape is there. I know it is always there.
There are times when I pull on hard and wrap the cape so as to get engulfed and lost in its comfort. It hugs securely. It loves.
Then there are times when I carelessly just drop it off like brushing of dust from my shoulder. It falls like autumn leaves. Without effort or hurt.

These are the times I realise I've lost something, I've exposed myself, am out in the mystical world alone and lonely. I am cold. That I'm lost. Oh why! Why do I do this!? Why do I feel this!? It's the same world I was born in, it's the same world I romanced with, it's the same world I unabashedly walked in. Then why now after losing this cape am I so much like a schmuck. Why do I feel so negligible, why am I left to be nothing.

Oh! I so want my cape to keep me warm and cozy yet I drop it to stand in the cold and face the thunder, face the storm.