Like Clockwork [Quilted]

 There is a patch in me that defies time. 
And though I deny its very existence, 
It exists only to test my resolve – then dissolve
A foundation I’ve laid beneath it.
The patch can attach itself to anyone it chooses
Without release – it is relentless. 

This patch is passion

And no matter how many times I stitch it to myself
It runs free, flies wild. Its threads come undone.
I come undone.

Everything unravels after time. 
Beneath it, the foundation lays unfettered, 
Yet covered – and blinded by curiosity.
Doomed to lay there unraveled
Until I can pull it together again

I need it to pull it together – and keep it that way
Forever. 

These stitches are not for you.