leafing through my threads,
i thought about the cut ones, the ones that had been severed too soon,
too early, and only the frayed ends remained.
all entwined and tangled now.
i missed the time when they were all organised,
but now, i found my indulgent vermillion
looped between sage, violets and sky blues.
none the actual colour they claimed to be
and i sat as dusk faded into night and into sunrise
for days, weeks, months
time passed, or perhaps it stopped?
just for me, as i untangled my threads,
but desperate as i was
they only seemed to grow more knotted,
as though they had coils of steel
rather than the soft textile i was so familiar with.
but for all my efforts,
i had failed to see my own threads begin to unravel too.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
leafing through my threads,
i thought about the cut ones, the ones that had been severed too soon,
too early, and only the frayed ends remained.
all entwined and tangled now.
i missed the time when they were all organised,
but now, i found my indulgent vermillion
looped between sage, violets and sky blues.
none the actual colour they claimed to be
and i sat as dusk faded into night and into sunrise
for days, weeks, months
time passed, or perhaps it stopped?
just for me, as i untangled my threads,
but desperate as i was
they only seemed to grow more knotted,
as though they had coils of steel
rather than the soft textile i was so familiar with.
but for all my efforts,
i had failed to see my own threads begin to unravel too.
