one evening,
sitting on the couch,
something caught my eye,
something loose.
so naturally,
i gave it a little tug.

turned out to be
an emotional thread.
and with each pull,
parts of me began to unravel.

first, my name went –
no longer jason.
well, that’s strange, i thought,
but i kept pulling.

soon, memories slipped away,
the story i’d been telling myself
vanished into the air.
hopes, dreams –
unraveled like a loose sweater.

the more i pulled,
the more things collapsed:
beliefs, concepts, worldviews
all crumbling under their own weight.

even time disappeared.
no past, no future –
just this moment,
sitting there,
surrounded by loose threads.

thoughts, emotions,
all dissolved like sugar in tea.
until, at last,
the thread just gave out,
or maybe i did.
hard to say.

and then, after everything fell away,
what was left?
who was i without all that fabric?

i sensed something remained,
something without beginning or end.

i looked down
and saw another thread.

so, once again,
i tugged.