~nailing Down Errors For Stronger Support~

I have watched ribbons of life unfurl twist themselves in their meandering, and each time distance fades the colours, and I see all the stitches holding this web, strain beneath burdens while I fabricate more threads. There are regrets that fill a sigh, where left was a dead end along a one way street, and oh how it hurt to scrape my way through each stone-wall until fingers, like sorry were worn away. So many escaped balloons, floating in hope of a safe landing, left grasped in a lattice of loneliness, or simply rubbish dangling from life’s tree, but I understand, that each of the ribbons, stitches, roads and balloons fulfilled their part of the journey, leading me closer to life; to understanding.