String

Orange is what happened the last time,

The last time I was living in this reality,

Without anything to tie me,

tie my mind, my soul here. 

Take a piece of string.

Don't make it too long,

but be careful,

not to make it too short either.

Take the string,

Wrap it around my waist,

Knot it well,

Then tie it to something sturdy,

the ground,

or maybe a wall,

and knot it tight again.

That way,

I cannot float away too far,

Cannot reach distances,

that would have drafts strong enough,

to catch me,

and drift me away again.