Once, I pulled a thread on my old grey shirt only to find it run through the fabric, making the situation worse. I kept tugging on it despite the sharpness cutting the skin of my fingers or the time wasted focusing all my energy on such a trivial thing— one silly thread, astray and loose.
This one thread made me lose sleep for more than a week until I decided not to wear that grey shirt again. I thought perhaps it's easier if only I didn't see that thread. Then, I wouldn't have to think about that one ruined shirt which I loved so much.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
