Pardon me if this does not make
any sense

Do you ever feel like you spend
your life constantly putting
together pieces of broken
strings, you never really solve
any of your problems instead
you just mend where there are
loose ends but the knot is never
tight enough to last long
because at some point the string
breaks and you repeat and
repeat and…..

Do you ever feel like a piece of
string… liable to break, you
once were strong you once had
a resilient mind but now every
little land slide causes you to
break and each breakdown is
different because the more you
have them the more they take a
toll on you, crushing you…
leaving only what’s left of you, a
scared little girl with a soul that
was once full of life but now
just shrivel and cold.

Hundreds of pieces of strings
are strewn on the floor and
they resemble how you have
failed to control and contain
your life. They resemble tried
and failed ideas that did not
work out. One solution fails you
grab another string… to put
your life back together… it fails
you grab another one and so on.
What happens when you run out
of string? Disintegrate? No
because you’ve done that a
thousand times already.

It’s all a vain attempt to escape
yourself, so you fantasize about
hanging on a string and you
quickly dismiss that thought
because even though you don’t
know who you are you do know
that is not the type of person
you are. You decided to stick
around why? Curiosity. That is
the reason you’re still here.