Pull the thread

Pulling the thread - Dominique Smith Go a head ,Do it. You can, no one has to know. You could keep it to yourself, so go on. Make yourself pull that thread, What would happen? Would the world implode? Would your garments become fragile? Would the game become more specific? Have a good time, pull the thread. Make life easier. Good morning, pull the thread. Now, break the strings intertwined with the shackles on your emotional performance. There right there pull the thread. Peel back the scab, Fogged head. Calm the purple skies of clothed hatred. The thread is loosening, pull it. Your embarrassment will be hidden. But what will happen? Moths have come and taken interest, Gnats would be spread. The old will rewash the silks and the cotton, The new will become filth and serve as a carrier for hate.