I’m still reachable by small comfort

Dear Delyara, That’s what I want to remember tonight. I am still reachable by small comfort. A warm drink. A clean sheet. One good message. A little silence. Rain against the window. A room where no one needs anything from me. A sentence that feels true on paper. Not everything has gone dark in me. Not completely. There are still small doors through which relief arrives. That matters more than I can explain.