Spools of Thread

A spool of thread is and always will be simply a spool of thread.

The thread doesn't change color.

The spool doesn't get smaller or bigger.

Thread might get added on.

Thread might get taken off, but it still exists.

But all in all, its just the same ol' boring spool.

And it always will be.

Whoa. Holy Shit.

It fucking was a Tuesday.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

Mind blown.

Broken.

Chip.

Chip.

Chip.

Chip.

Chip.

Chip.

Chip.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Fall Apart.

You promised me super-glue. I could use some now, please?

Courage. Or lack thereof, rather.

Okay, so I'm going to make a little confession. 8/10 times that I stay up all night by myself, I end up playing dress-up like I'm 5 years old or something. Hair, make-up, dress, the works. Tonight was one of those nights. I am currently wearing my grad dress how I should have worn it two years ago. Its a billion times more sophisticated and put together than my awkward attempt at ...I don't even know what to call it....chic boho? I digress. I shall get back on track, instead of beginning a rant on my fashion errors of eighth grade. I feel elegant, gorgeous, beautiful, ya'know...all of those words they use to describe Audrey Hepburn. I think I currently look the prettiest I've ever been. And in about an hour, I'm going to take off my dress, pull the pins from my hair, remove my jewelry, and hop in the shower to wash off the make-up and perfume before I get ready for school. I'm afraid to bring any of part of what I look like now to school, because other people might notice the change and poke fun at it. And if they did that, I would feel like a behemoth clown and I would be paranoid about my appearance and all I would be thinking for the rest of the day would be Oh Jesus. They're probably all laughing at how stupid I look. Crap. That girl just looked at me. I wonder how many adjectives she's coming up with to describe how ridiculously dressed I am. So, I'm going to take this prettiness I've managed to find for myself and the confidence and power tied to it, and go wash it down the drain because I'm afraid that someone will come and rob me of it. It's going to be my own private little 4am secret. I'm such a coward.

There's not a wizard in the world that could perform a confundus charm strong enough to confuse the Sorting Hat into placing me in Gryffindor.

Punctuation.

You invented a phrase. It went like this:

Dont like love

I felt it needed punctuation, so it looks like this:

Don't like, love.

WARNING: Do not take Taylor Swift in high doses, when lacking doses of anti-depressants.

Emotions I hid away,

Buried deep's where they stay.

Kept under lock and key,

Never again would I have to see

The dark horror held within

That would always forbade a grin

From finding its way across my face.

Never again shall I visit that place

That tore my soul, bled my heart dry,

Without opposition made me cry.

But oh look! I've found the key!

Un-dig the box. Set the demon free.

The gates are open, the passion floods.

Long lost feelings fill my blood.

Hello, Demon. I've missed you. Please stay.

Here's my heart. Take it. Play!

Suddenly memories flow back. I remember that day.

The one where you broke my heart running away.

"Dearest, why do you run out the door?

Is that my heart there? Shattered on the floor?

Why would you do that? Why would you lie?

Now I am broken. Without you I cry."

I loved you, Darling. But you didn't care.

You grew tired of me, dropped me down the stair.

As my bones snapped, you shrugged. Walked on by.

Did you glance back to watch me die?

And now I sit drowning in tears

With emotions I'd hoped to forget for years.

I hid the lock, but kept the key.

Did I not want to be free?

After all this time, didn't think I'd still miss you.

Was it just an allusion of making it through?

I thought I was finished. Thought I was done.

But reminiscing can be quite fun.

Where does this leave me? Where do I go?

When will I find out? When will I know?

Wait...the rest of the world exists?

Captivated.

Entranced.

Dazzled.

Charmed.

Bewitched.

Hooked.

Ensnared.

Hypnotized.

Intrigued.

Spellbound.

Drawn in.

Consumed.

Engrossed.

Enthralled.

Riveted.

Enchanted.

Tempted.

Beguiled.

All of these and more describe me when I see you in your element.