the thread


being attached to a thread,
the thread drags me,
the thread makes me run,
the thread makes me walk,
sometimes it’s tight,
sometimes it’s loose,
the thread becomes the reason to breath,
the thread becomes the motive to give in,
the thread tests me,
it pushes me,
it gives me bruises,
it gets the controls over me,
I can’t slip it,
sometimes it comes in the form of family,
sometimes friends,
sometimes love,
the other times just the fantasy
the thread is all I have got,
the thread is life.

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