unraveling before me is the fabric of my existence
the thread disappears and beyond is only
darkness. I can not sew it up as fast
as it is lost and for a moment I
am afraid. But the feeling passes and
I plunge boldly into the darkness.
beyond, searching for the monster that is
pulling me apart. It is a constant
search that everyone embarks on, but it
is futile. Thread can be lengthened
but it can’t go on infinitely. it is
better just to accept without any fear
that every beginning has an end.

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