A small piece of satin,
Held by single thread and pin.
To divest myself of it would be
To undo what has been.

Look, I smashed them all together!
Look, I tore it all to tatters!
Look, I sewed it all back together!

Look, I wasn't familiar with the formula.
Look, I didn't understand the directions.
Look, I lost the thread all connecting.

Look, look!

so i’ll grab my needle and thread and start mending my heart back
         together
but i’ll leave some strands loose in case you decide to come back

Now is not a time for growth. Now is the time for regeneration. For preparation of that growth. For now, let us sleep as the earth sleeps. Conduct that inner work, build your inner world, sew the seeds so that you can watch your world bloom in the spring

The web we weave,

                only catches the
flies of our misdeeds.

We may have droplets,
        of regrets hanging
           in the morning
but they dry up.

remember life is a web intricate,
           and flawless.

the only ones that can cause ruination
                  are ourselves.

           never catch what you cant handle.