a collection of unprocessed thought

13 July 2016

I'm filled with longing for those who have long forgotten me.

And it Hurts because they don't know.

Each person I've ever felt close to has tied a thread to me.

I know because I can feel the threads pinching my skin.

And pulling me apart.

Time passes, and the threads are left abandoned, they begin to fray.

Until each smaller thread that makes up the larger one snaps.

And that person disappears.

I'm laden with countless dangling threads that have broken their ties long ago. 

But even then I can feel them pulling me.

Longing sets in.

I Miss them.

I shouldn't miss them.

They tore their own threads away from me.

But oh god these threads have weaved a fucking tapestry, and it's burying me beneath it.

I'm suffocating with the feeling.