of squishes and blurbs...

is our journey in life a colourful patchwork of experiences and emotions connected by threads of past memories that ultimately forms our cloak of identity?

can the golden threads of memories be unpicked and resewn in what we choose to be?

how we often underestimate the strength of these tiny threads invisible to our eyes, unaware of them affecting our decisions made?

how many also direct their anger over their present circumstance to the resilence of these threads?

threads which one sews on through the years as the tailor of his own life.

threads which the tailor is only too familiar with and knows everyone by heart.

threads which only the one who sewn them can unpick.