Sometimes I feel the strings being pulled.
Sometimes just one, sometimes several. Pulling out of my body.
Sometimes I catch them in advance. Others are so small they pull and pull until there is so much gone I wonder if I will be able to stop them from pulling out at all.
The large threads that hold me together, you'd think they would be ones that make me unravel completely. That's the genius in the way the strings are sewn together; you spend all your time and energy focusing on the large pieces and you never notice the small ones.
The small ones bear the most weight. They stretch and they bind together and when they find space to fall out place - this is when you truly unravel. All the things you thought made something perfect. All the small things that ever made you happy. All the memories, the stories, the smiles, the glints of light in a loved ones eyes…. Those are the things when lost make you unravel.
Written by Anonymous