Milomi's world

We find ourselves entangled in life. Our stories are each more complicated than the last, threaded with thought and detail. We focus on untangling our own yarns of wool and painstakingly untying knots we find along the way.

We drag our threads through life. Making sure that we encircle every object, every person, with carefully spun thread. Making sure that we’ll be able to find our way back- through photo, songs, scents, sights, if we ever do have to.

Sometimes we lose track of thread. We don’t know where our story is heading. We’ve forgotten the past, are uncertain about the future, and barely remember what it’s like to live in the present. In those moments, we lift our heads to look at the yards of wool piled around us. It’s turtles all the way down.

And sometimes we find ourselves tracing our story back to where it started. Only realising later on that we can only start once we’ve gone back. That we can only start our story once we know where ours came from. Once we know the amalgamation of stories, the weaving of the tapestry that lead to us.

We still find ourselves bound by thread. But with the knowledge that we can always find our way back. It’s easier to navigate further. It’s easier to experience and express ourselves. We memorise our story and run it over a thousand times. And spout poetry when we attempt to tell this story and capture the true tangles in life.

Written by
Milomi.