I am a ball of yarn
So tangled upon dismay
Yet so prideful in it’s shaping
I role like no other I know
And that’s my greatest accomplishment yet
Yes, I may just be a ball of yarn
But it is true, I have thousands of stories:
One time, at Yarn camp
Me and another ball of yarn
Whom had the longest threads of yarn down her back
Happened to sew the same patterns
We were best friends who weaved the greatest art
But we were too scared to do anything more
Our threads had not been discovered yet
A year later, we were reunited
It was another truly glorious summer
The sun stayed bright
The bees never stung
The horses we rode went faster than ever
Despite the change that comes with a golden age
Our threads were never able to connect
Still we were scared but only of ourselves
At the two year anniversary of our weaveship
Summer began and we were somehow changed
The other ball of yarn was much more mature and beautiful than ever
With threads that were unforgiving and steadfast to frontiers
There was no need to jink around our insecurities
We knew it was time
Threads sprung open, the truth was out
This game of steganography was done
Finally, we were free to explore
And truly our rolling selves went on adventures in weeks
That would take explorers months to conclude
We were unstoppable
Except the force of time had other plans…
With conclusion to that momentous summer
It was time to go
But she couldn’t just go!
You see, our adventure wasn’t just to break the bond
That concealed our threads
It was to knit together something that had never been made before
Yet sadly, this was not the case
Time had a different plan
And even though it just couldn’t be
Will rolled us to opposite directions
Now we look back, even to this day
And when we do, we see that one thread still remains
I could choose to roll in place and retract that one thread to its rightful place
Within the very depths of the core that makes me one
The very place that could use that thread in order to be rational, intelligent,
And powerful all the same
But why do that when you could share such power with someone else?
So my thread still remains
All the way in the depths of Yarn camp
Where the summers stay glorious
With the sun so bright
And the innocuous bees so happy,
The horses so fast
My thread is for her
All she would have to do is pull
And then, just then…