knotted

Close your eyes and trail your fingertips along the thread that marks my existence.

Your fingers glide easily over the smooth gossamer thin silk.

Gently thickening as you travel, small random kinks emerge beneath your touch.

Swelling complex tangles give you pause to contemplate the events that may have caused them.

Progress is impeded abruptly, thickness filling your hand as your fist clenches, the pulse of my blood coursing through your palm.

Reluctant to pass, curious as to what caused the rope to unravel, and which thread you must now follow...