Thoughts

At times my life begins to unravel like an old knitted sweater. It first starts off with a little string, so I pull attempting to stretch myself to the limits and rid the eye sore. A few weeks later I notice how long the string has gotten and want to burn or cut it because it’s such a sight to see; but I leave it, in fear of damaging my beautiful old knitted sweater. After years pass and over a thousand washes, I sit and just pull the dang darn damn string because it begins to drive me nuts. My favorite old knitted sweater has seen better days and so have I. After pulling the string I bound it into a ball of yarn and noticed something more beautiful. The patterns of my struggles are not and will not be forgotten; instead I bound them all together and play with them like a kitten with a ball of yarn.