kaufdrop89
A thin piece of fabric covering those who need it most. A barrier. An escape. A window onto the wide open, wet world. It is a scene those who dream dreams dream of.
A thread. Simple. Small. Strong. Thread weaves in and out of the fabric we call life. Ups and downs, ins and outs, we have no choice but to go with it. To catch each stitch of laughter and each passing tear. For each thread is a part of something greater.
writing since 2011 · 2 entries · 2 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Ken showed up.
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threadfabricdreamsimplestrongweavesupsdownsinsoutschoicecatchstitchlaughterpassingtear