Written by: A tadpole

To thread the eye of a needle and then sew a world torn apart

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down in repetition as the machine hissed sunlight and darkness

Morning and evening

Year after year of a thread running bare, a machine running on madness, and continuation of the tear.

It was time for a change, a time to unplug from a world, a time to be a cloud.

Free from the needle and thread

Free from the hate and evil of a world

Free to be nothing more than a thought.