the quilt
cw: depression
i woke up and the funny was gone the humour that'd been holding me together like three final fraying stitches on bursting seams
popping open and gone
what was once a blanket of woven memories all the pieces of my life that made happiness a daily habit now shreds of loose fabric disparate colours and patterns i can weave them into something new but i still mourn the image they will never form again
the laughter is gone from my life the colours and patterns feel foreign in disparate pieces and i mourn the image they formed together
only i alone greet the tears and now i'm cold, shivering in the summer sun something in me has died