Saturday, September 17
Every day there is a new thread. One goes to work. One for each resident, too. A thick rope ties me to my girlfriend. And don't forget the kids. The brother that won't talk to me and the one that does, once in a while. What did I forget?
Oh, the dogs, friends, and in-laws. Can't forget the bills. That is made of metal, more molten by the day. As I move towards one, the rest twist and turn, pinch and pull. Strangest of all, I feel them through an electronic void, tugging from bloggers all around. At every beat, each one becomes more firmly entwined in my heart.
My pulse is only the melody of tugs on a line.