This isn't going to come out right. I can already tell.
But it's swirling and so begs to be released.
I keep thinking about those words, the ones sent unexpectedly past the span of time.
Could I cease to exist, even if I wanted to?
I'm beginning to think not...beginning to think that some thread has tied me here. Maybe there's a reason but does Fate really need one? Perhaps she just likes watching me blow and bend and twist like silk ribbons in the breeze

Someone came back in to my life recently. Someone who meant the world to me.
He asked me where we go from here. I told him it was up to him.
And it is, it always is.
...maybe he's the breath to my ribbon pinwheels?

There's this tiny little ache in my chest and I can't quite place it. Could it be the prick of my heart almost afraid to restart?

Please don't drop it dear, it's already bleeding.