Just one more thread that's pulling everything else out -of place, like a fishing string with a hook at the end.
Stredding through all the soft hidden pulses -of life, and nonchalantly, everything.
It shows up with luggages different, heavier than, and not belonging to the normal routine of life.
Its a one little string that somehow manages to tip over -the compass needle, tie a little knot in a sudden change of destination, or the illusion of a lack of one.
The idiom "hanging by the thread" doesn't always work. but forget the conventional and there, it just fits the bill.
I'll like to think it goes on holidays, until Coincidence bangs and wakes it up to fulfill its job obligation again.
A thread with too many loose ends from over time, i really do suppose its time to snip and snap it off clean.
With help, of course.
tsesin 
spoke at : 1:51 PM