Mar 2014
It's unravelling:
The ball of yarn in my hands.
It's fraying
As I drag it through the mulch.
But I need it
To find my way home.
The ball of yarn in my hands.
It's fraying
As I drag it through the mulch.
But I need it
To find my way home.
I need something
to hold onto in the dark.
to hold onto in the dark.
