Red thread

sitting down, i sigh constantly,
i stare at the threaded string 
the one the universe sewed upon myself,
Everyone has one, yet invisible to all
         i 
             wondered 
how would life be life be if everyone saw the thread,
making us run and run without us understanding
what it is in life that we are searching for,
                   all my life i wanted was to feel completed
everyone was searching for their purpose in life,
it was a 
                  constant
                                       cycle.
nobody would never know what it is they are looking for,
as the universe strings you along with the person who 
will make you rise in love,
not fall in love, falling makes you drown in your utter pull for
another, the yearning you want, the desire.
rising in love seems like you are connected to the overflowing 
emotions inside your innards,
the threat may be many,
not stuck to one for an eternity, 
                                        though they make it worth it.
love comes in varieties of bouquets,
they can be sweet, savoury, sincere,
yet they support you, trust you, are loyal to the 
strong bond of platonic love,
it surrounds all people.
                                  everyone
                                               deserves
                                                             to have
                                                                            their own coloured thread.
 

thank you for reading :)) have a great day!!! maya xx