A Dangling Knot

You see a loose thread here
You pull it out of sheer boredom
Or some pleasure of seeing it unravell so effortlessly,
And there, the whole fabric disintegrates
Into hundreds of thread
Loosening one after the other
You scramble, try to pick them up, put them back
But the pattern
What was the pattern?
You stop pulling anything
And sit there strangely, hoping that things get better,
But it doesn’t. You sit, and it disintegrates. You pulled a thread and destroyed the fabric’s existence.

Author's Note

I wrote this last night, but I think the true essence of it is a little vague. Please let me know what you derived from this. Regards, Swarnim