Inside the Crevices of My Chair

The crevices on this chair encompass every little detail of mine.
Wrapping around my body with its protective shield,
It hugs me around my every curve
Within this chair you will find my deepest thoughts.
Ideas I conjured in the depths of the night,
And secrets that were supposed to be kept to myself.
But my wide spectrum of emotions spilled here are hidden,
Masked by a muddy colored leather maze.
Which makes me realize that these endless folds are more than just fabric on a seat.

I come to sit and recollect after a long day,
Here on this chair.
And I did not realize it was grasping on to almost everything that I do.
Hidden within the random bumps throughout I find even the smallest thoughts that dozed off.
The crevices of this chair are more valuable than I thought.
Swallowing all of my thoughts in its vast and nosey mind,
it relives the good times and suppresses the bad.
This chair is a part of me.
A part I thought would disappear.
But the reality is, diving into the crevices of this chair are memories that will never fade.
Deep within the comfort of this chair,
When I finally can come home and settle down,
Is my life.