The experiences of my life have knit a large blanket which I wrap around myself.
Each memory, each action, each emotion another stitch.
Tightly I try to keep the blanket in tact. It shields me from the world and helps keep me from feeling the coolness of my heart.
One pull to one stitch and everything will become unraveled. Loosing myself as the wool of my life becomes a tangled mess at my feet.
The needles callus my fingers as I struggle recreate the security of knowing who I am.
One stitch at time.