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I am confused. Intricacies lacing together, overlapping, interweaving.
Criss-cross, applesauce.
Beginning with the smallest thread, my efforts to pick this tangled mess apart begin. when did this knot get so intertwined? Which thread is which, and which thread is mine?
Threads, all of a slightly different timbre.
One: straight, the slightest hue away from white, highly elusive. Bits and pieces surface before diving back down into the depths to hide. I fear that its descent is purposeful, and that its moments of peekaboo are merely teasing glimpses.
Another: viciously complicated. close inspection refuses to bare evidence to every piece so delicately woven in. delicate, for yes, 'tis almost of a lacey consistency. perhaps it is stronger than it first appears, but i feel an impending unraveling, and i worry for this beautiful piece.
yet another: the most elusive of all. but perhaps the most worthy of the search. Wisps of the finest wool woven together to create this indescribeable artwork. the farthest from this blank shade of white, it constantly puzzles me with its ceaseless gray tones. what are these shadows which remain so inextricably intwined into the center of this piece? why am i unable to see what is there? imbedded in the center of the know is where this thread seems most at home.
i am tired of picking.
i want to begin sewing.
Criss-cross, applesauce.
Beginning with the smallest thread, my efforts to pick this tangled mess apart begin. when did this knot get so intertwined? Which thread is which, and which thread is mine?
Threads, all of a slightly different timbre.
One: straight, the slightest hue away from white, highly elusive. Bits and pieces surface before diving back down into the depths to hide. I fear that its descent is purposeful, and that its moments of peekaboo are merely teasing glimpses.
Another: viciously complicated. close inspection refuses to bare evidence to every piece so delicately woven in. delicate, for yes, 'tis almost of a lacey consistency. perhaps it is stronger than it first appears, but i feel an impending unraveling, and i worry for this beautiful piece.
yet another: the most elusive of all. but perhaps the most worthy of the search. Wisps of the finest wool woven together to create this indescribeable artwork. the farthest from this blank shade of white, it constantly puzzles me with its ceaseless gray tones. what are these shadows which remain so inextricably intwined into the center of this piece? why am i unable to see what is there? imbedded in the center of the know is where this thread seems most at home.
i am tired of picking.
i want to begin sewing.