Deep in the bottomless infinity of my heart,
I feel the little red string
to which I cling
Deep in the confines of my fractured soul,
I feel the little red string unravel,
forewarning a dangerous journey to travel
And suddenly the love that once tasted of freedom
becomes a prison
If I've fallen out of love,
does that mean I've risen?
without the little red string,
would the fractures in my soul crack and shatter?
would the certainties of my future fall and clatter?
So I cling to my prison,
the little red string,
because I'm uncertain of the pain freedom will bring
But deep in the bottomless infinity of my heart,
I feel the red string
u n r a v e l
as uncontrollably as when it first made a home in my heart
a l a w l e s s f o r c e.
Cahira K.
