A single piece of thread dangles from my scarf. I tuck the lonely strand back into place. Try to hide it.
For I know if I yank the thread too hard, the scarf will bunch up. Keep pulling it and the scarf might unravel.
Ever feel that way?
Like you’re composed of multiple strings of yarn and everyone is tugging on you?
And each time those strings are pulled, you feel as though you’re unraveling. Bit by bit.
Until there’s nothing left of you, but a heap of yarn on the floor.
Unless, of course, you’ve learned to hide the loose, frayed strands from other folks.
Maybe—instead of a frayed scarf—you feel more like a string puppet. Just going through the motions with each tug. Nod, smile, wave, bend, move….
Too much jerking and we lose the elasticity of our stringy nerves. Or they get tangled from hurrying in too…
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