The feelings placed in those threads are now weak.
The intention behind the weaving is now frail.
He does not know why the weave was made...
Vague memories, light and airy, like a meringue hovers gently at the edges of his mind.
Teal, sky blue and forest green intertwine into a simple, yet strong mesh of purpose.
But it now lays half finished in Timbuk2, in darkness, behind metal teeth which keep it from the light.
Almost as if seeing it would create that aftertaste once more.
Hated and desired, all at the same time.
The 'twang' of the middle ground is symbolised by the blasted mesh,
"Curses! I did it again!" shouts that little voice of I-did-it-again-ness.
Should it be finished? Or should stay that way...it is pretty, but still...
You know...
*annoyed*
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