The threads that connect us
are not stretched by time or distance.
What feels like a twist of fate to one…
from another perspective,
is simply a thread being pulled.
How things could have been.
How they still might be.
And even when those threads seem worn,
frayed beyond repair…
they never truly break.
Not completely.
But sometimes,
the most important connection
is not somewhere else.
It’s here.
And now.