Have you ever felt like yarn. All jumbled together yet one drop from unraveling.
You start out all together and whole. Then as more people encounter you, use you and mistreat you, you get looser and looser until you are unrecognizable from your original shape.
And you just want someone to come along and turn you into something pretty, something helpful.
But yarn can’t make itself into something, it can’t move itself in intricate ways to mold itself into want it wants to be. It just doesn't know how.
So it sits there and as time passes by it slowly unravels and fades its color becoming less and less of the full beautiful ball it once was.