Life’s narrative unravels, ties and threads break. Past, present, and future blend. I yearn to gather memories, like pearls on a string, but there’s no thread to collect. ⠀
I’m entangled, struggling to gather myself. I had a dream where my hair was cut short. I fear my anxieties more than reality. Life’s thread is broken, hopes scattering. I want to piece it back together. What’s torn is challenging to mend, but she is trying. That is, I’m trying... ⠀
I finally got my act together and posted this post.
