So I sew. I rap about quilting. Sort of.

[riotheclown]

When I don't know what to do with myself
because I feel so unbearably sad,
I sew bits of fabric
torn from discarded clothes.
Is this the course
of life?
Reduced to scraps,
and holding
with a thread,
the remnants
of meaning
?
Was it good ??
some use
?
Have I only consumed
and created waste?
Filled space?
Counted time?
Was my love and work
all for nothing?
Disinterest or Misunderstanding,
greater than Compassion?
Nothing lasting?
I don't know.
So I sew.