Seams
I remember things in snapshots
I remember the torn seams and threads coming out
I remember the torn seams and threads coming out
It worries me how fast things unravel
You are both separate and intact
The distance we have sewn together is so thin, we must realize that things come apart on their own
Everything has its own texture and hue of colour
I dream of having unbroken thread between my fingers
Though at times I wish to undo what I have made or said
Sometimes I just want recognition instead of natural silence
I want voices to chime in my ears, even when the snow falls and I refuse to listen
Those others I have dreamed of loving elsewhere, I miss only what they haven't said