I remember every decision ever made, each haunting me, taunting me, what if games at play. I know they hold no power, ghosts that inhabit my head, taking up space, needlessly. But what can I do, when they scream so loudly, knitting regret deep into my bones. ©️ Emma Steel
Hauntingly beautiful. I love that last line, too.
Some days I have enough regret to knit a shawl.
I know it is pointless, bit it makes such a pretty pattern.
Just popped on to read exactly this! Love ya!
😁✨
That line about regret being knitted deep into your bones perfectly captures how physically heavy those "what if" thoughts can feel - it made me feel a deep sense of empathy for how exhausting it is when your own mind refuses to quiet down ✨
I took steps to calm it, so it is still running but not as much.
Etch-a-sketch in the memory 🩷
Sometimes, I think it would be better to shake it up and clear the screen.
Hauntingly beautiful. I love that last line, too.
Some days I have enough regret to knit a shawl.
I know it is pointless, bit it makes such a pretty pattern.
Just popped on to read exactly this! Love ya!
😁✨
That line about regret being knitted deep into your bones perfectly captures how physically heavy those "what if" thoughts can feel - it made me feel a deep sense of empathy for how exhausting it is when your own mind refuses to quiet down ✨
I took steps to calm it, so it is still running but not as much.
Etch-a-sketch in the memory 🩷
Sometimes, I think it would be better to shake it up and clear the screen.