Threadbare

When times are hard and the world feels threadbare, it is time to become hyper vigilant. Every thread is a miracle. Every patch necessary.

It doesn't matter where they come from, or how they are utilized.

I have time, so the hunt becomes the reason and the reason becomes the hunt. That is enough for now, because sometimes even that is not here. Imagine a world without a point, just a dull thumping masquerading as a heart, a dim sense that all is well. Deep depressions lying in wait, ready to catch the unwary toe. Echoes caught up in the foggy reverberations of valleys that once rang with laughter.

I keep looking in the mirror, manufacturing smiles in case I need them and I keep reaching out, giving what I can because it is my only hope of generating enough light to see by, but I am in desperate need of candles.