Have you ever noticed the way people change in little but noticeable ways? One minute, they’re jumping for joy, and bouncing off the walls, and with a word it’s reversed. Or maybe it’s with personality. They could be so uptight, and forgotten, but jump to the front of everyone’s eyes with a simple switch in the atmosphere. I’d like a way to measure the cognitive thinking people have, that allows them to change personalities and emotions. I find this idea so difficult. I can’t switch myself. I just layer it up and peel it away when necessary. Is that what people do? Layer things upon layers, until it becomes them? Until it becomes all they know? What kind of thought process must one person obtain in order to bury themselves in the lies and madness of a new layer each minute, second, or day? I don’t understand the web people can create with all of their lies and misfits. Lets all just make strings, and connect them among certain places. Wrap each other, not in the web, but in the strings of one another, to make it easier to unwrap the people no longer wanted close. Either to unwrap, or cut them off. But cutting releases little bits of your string you can’t get back. We all get a ball of yarn. Think about it. One ball of yarn, to pull in the things and people you wish to hold closer to your heart, and when one falls below your radar, when one slips through the cracks, it could be so easy to just take clip of the scissors and have it over with. Or one could choose to carefully pull their string back, to real it back in. Its the way it is in the physical game as well. You can either just cut a person out, or choose to work it out and slowly work out the issues to figure out it’s not what you want. How many hearts would this string save? You would be the judge of how much string you use to pull in a single soul. You pick the people to be close, and the people that would just mingle in the distance. But either way, you would have control over you, your thoughts, your ideas, your heart. Not one person could take that away from you. And that would make us real. That would hold us together as a population. Instead of these wars, and fights, and bad images, we could be picking the path that heart could travel, along a string. A measly, worn, torn, and dirtied string.. That is what would make us beautiful. Our thoughts, struggles, and people we choose to hold close, instead of the appearance and features. Satisfaction with the person you want to keep in your hip pocket for the duration and life of your string, is what would make you shine. So where should I start, who should I draw in first? …That is the question.