How can I explain?
I feel like I’m holding 100 threads in my hand. Holding them so tight. I must not let them tangle. I can’t let any of them go, because by holding them I’m keeping them from harm.
I’m keeping them from falling apart.
I am holding them together.
But they’re delicate as spiderwebs, and I can’t pull too hard or they will break, they will blow away in the wind, and I will be left behind with no one to blame but myself.
