Spool of Thoughts

In a split second my mind knew how it began. As soon as I understood myself, I forgot it all.

My mind is a mess, 

a jumble of 

strings. 

Memories, conversations, ideas 

decorated in threads and 

colours. 

Bound tight around my skull, 

through crevices and

cracks. 

All begging to fall out, 

pull one string and 

unravel.

Streams of life and soul 

in blankets coax 

my world. 

My life only 

a reflection 

of 

my mess, 

my threads, 

my strings.