Threads

Art is not simply individual pieces to be consumed, each piece is a thread in the same rich tapestry. The tapestry that we both come from, and are delicately woven into.

By Rebekah CrawleyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

From time to time,

I get this pang of sadness,

Because I’ll never read all of the books,

Or listen to all of the songs.

I won't learn all of the languages,

Or watch all of the films,

I won't see every play,

There simply isn’t the time.

That’s when I remember,

That I am the universe around me,

We are interlocked,

Intrinsic parts of each other.

I remember that the beat,

Of every vibration runs through me,

In a vast and detailed,

Tapestry of this life,

In which I am but one thread,

Glinting in the sunlight.

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Written by Rebekah Crawley