A thread is pulled from my finger.
Another one from my stomach
A third one swings my leg backwards. I land flat faced and bruised.
A million different threads all tug in a million different directions. All pulling out, but very few rebounding in.
A thread is pulled from my finger.
Another one from my stomach
A third one swings my leg backwards. I land flat faced and bruised.
A million different threads all tug in a million different directions. All pulling out, but very few rebounding in.