Holding my ball of fading yellow yarn
Knowing what its like to be so disconnected
All my strings
Being cut
The elasticity wearing thin
But we all have our obsessions
The ones we feed, only to make them stronger
The separations,
Like I’m behind a glass wall
Watching the nice little ribbons
Being tied together
And looking so beautiful
With all their bright colors
You are the neat little packages
I will never fit into.
-Taylor