Threadbared truths

The stitch holding the worn seams together at the corners meant to bind a beautiful masterpiece that would last forever. Soft echoes of spoken memories and laughter are woven into the air, but the harsh tear of reality reminds us to hush out of fear of being too loud, too happy. The fear and caution grabbing hold rip the joy from our lungs in hopes of keeping the thoughtfully laid attire we call home in perfect condition. The silence that echoes when you touch the crumbling pieces is lined with whispers breaking down like a screeching siren, the memories that had been discarded under the veil of facaded smiles.