A white thread stretches across the horizon, no sign of it ever ending.
It stays so still that birds are resting atop it.
Tangled in forests and jungles, almost cut by sharp fangs of wild animals, but nothing can sever it, altough many have tried.
I hope to one day walk on this thread with ease, be it with my feet or with the thought of me in others.
I dream to become a part of the thread of eternity.