Pull the string as I walk away...

Unraveled. that's how i feel sometimes. Like there's always someone at the other end of the string, just waiting for me to let down my guard and pull. Like when you've worked so hard on this intricate pattern of crochet, found the most lucious, beautiful yarn--a true work of art. And then some careless person walks past, as your work falls to the floor. Wraps around the ankle, as if trying to hold itself together....that person just keeps moving in their own direction, not once giving thought to all the time and energy you just poured into this creation. And then it begins...stitch by stitch, coming apart. Turning back into just threads. Just pieces. Unraveled.