Hammock

Aren’t hammocks funny?

Very unbalanced, you feel you will fall down. But also very comfy, still scary, makes you less weary?

I have decided to sew mine now. Slowly though, not steadily. Nothing is steady these days, a teddy in hand to soak ew why type things would be nice.

But I don’t want to lose any thread of memories and peoples and stories and their weird eccentricities. It makes up this shiny silky cloth of happiness.

I want to remember everything.

But what is everything?

I’m lying awake, sleepy but not sleepy enough to give it up a dream to sew the hammock more. Just a tad bit better for that one day.

Does that one day exist though?

Maybe someone will enjoy it. Or tear it and use it for their own. I rather they don’t, I will sew something else for them. Why jealous ma, this silky wilky is just a click bait only

Let me just spend a lot more time or short less time wriggling and stretching and disappearing in it.

But what is time? Does time care about the cloth?

Let me just stay, till the faint light reaches me and a soft hand is asking me to vacate for someone else. I won’t give it. One Hi5 and an aww would be given as compensation.

However would giving it up help one more?

I don’t know but hammocks seem funny.

Are they though?