Hidden Messages Unraveled in a Single Thread

Today, I found myself sitting on the park bench, twirling a loose string between my fingers.
It felt like uncovering secrets layer by layer, each knot representing a worry or hope I’ve been holding.
Sometimes, life feels just as tangled as that cord—one wrong pull and everything seems to come apart.
People pass by unaware of the quiet battles happening inside us; I guess we all have our own unravelling stories.
Just wish I could untangle mine with such simplicity.