Down Drown

Member since 2004 · Posted 4 Sep 2004 · 4 comments

I hate when I'm right. It's dumb how things work out. It starts out really great, I'm feeling the best I ever have and I tell myself, "This can't last." Time goes on and suddenly the beautiful yarn I once held is a pile of dirty tangles. No matter how hard I try to make it work, no matter how many tangles I work out, I know that I've messed up and there's no way I can get it back. I know that the only way to save it is to give it to somebody else. With gentler hands. Another's. It will be another's. Even while I know this, I can't stop myself from tightening the knot even more. The yarn knows only my hands and makes little effort to stop me. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

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[n/a] sliver 4-Sep-04/11:16 AM Reply

Waiting for you to vote on something. Anything. Then I'll give you a vote on this.

[6] Dovina 4-Sep-04/12:17 PM Reply

A good thought in need of control. Get a grip on that yarn, tighten it up.

[9] Dan garcia-Black 12-Sep-04/10:17 AM Reply

So many ways to interpret this. I can't help feeling it's a "mea cupla" in the christian sense of giving your screwed up life to god (If I didn't have this suspicion it would be a -10-.If it's about something real like a m/f relationship, it gets an extra point. For now -9-.

[n/a] LintyWeenis 12-Sep-04/1:26 PM Reply

I wrote this about a friend of mine who we'll call "Jack". Jack and his girlfriend as so messed up and so I wrote this not exactly for him, but about him. Having screwy friends is inspiration in a hand basket.