I used to spin golden thread
thin and pure as warm sunlight
lighter than feathers
worth more than gold
Now it's murky and brown
chunky and stringy as grassy mud
heavier than sorrow
worth nothing
I poured my heart and soul into the thread
just like how I used to
but now
it's changed
sometimes, the most beautiful creation is ruined by itself
It's a band piece
weird, I know
it's from last year
and we only played it in concert once
but it means a lot to me
it reminds me of a lot.
Of Webtoons and authors and demented circuses
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Comments
Is this about...Hair?
im not really sure what this is about, I think im going for a more metaphorical way of speaking? idk I kinda just wanted to write something and it came out like that :P
I mean I do wish my hair was that nice...
Haha lol
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