weaving

friday beckons with familiar undertones of mischieviousness, catplay. luring catcalls, with the promise of unhinged excitement. all are tempted, when drawn away from their own lusts, and enticed.... we weave, then, a tapestry. patterned with decisions binded with consequences. lessons tied to experiences. the patterns of unlearned lessons repeat itself within the course of weaving. theres beauty in the spiraling and theres beauty in the simplicity. theres beauty in the repetiveness. the infinite ways in which we weave our lives is an expression of who we are. our experiences, our individualistic scope of moral reasoning, our testimony. our truths.