Silly little string.

Silly little string. You float and waft in places no one can see.

Do tell...

Are you shy? You've wandered from the ribbon you've known your entire life.

Where are you now? You choose to don the lapel of a nice business suit on a man riding his way to the top of a skyscraper to view over his realm. This is dangerous, a woman comes in with a brush! Now you are refuse, once on top of the world now lowered to almost nothing.

Where are they taking you? You become jumbled in with your brethren of rubbish, watching the world you once knew pass you by as you venture to a world unknown. Birds of a feather flock together, but in this case forced together in large amounts.

How do you feel little string? You sit and wait, watch the sun and moon do their daily changing of the guard. More is piled on top of you, but struggling seems pointless. It's over, the world, the light, the fun. A rumbling can be heard, and suddenly you're on the move again.

Where are they taking you this time little one? It's dark and all sound is muffled by the horrendous weight being applied to you. You've come to a stop, the light is shining now, and men in masks are putting you on belts. You ride and people take some of your brethren and let the others continue along the path. You bid farewell shortly before you fall though a hole with many more like yourself.

Where are you little string? You've found more like you, only there are so many colors! Water is pouring in and a man is adding a bag of white powder.

What does this mean? You seek for answers in vein as you witness your brothers struggle for position. Some float to the top to see the light once more, others give in and sink to the bottom. You wait and ponder to see what happens next. Something turned on, and you slowly start to spin. You drift in and out of a daze. Each time you look around, there is less color in the world. Finally your awake, the world is no longer spinning, but everyone around you emits a radiating light. You're being packed up again. Spirits are low now that you and your brothers have the difficulty of telling each other apart.

Where are you going this time little white one? You've stopped moving yet again. You're not sure how much longer some of your brothers will make it. Some are tattered or torn, and all are tired. You must give them strength.

What's happening now little one of white? You're being dumped in a large tub with a hole at the bottom. The only thing you can think is "Not this again..." You see the machines ahead of you and become so terrified, you passed out.

Are you okay little one? Ah, you're up again, but you're no longer yourself. You still hold that same glinting white, but it's hard to tell where you begin and your brothers end.

Does this frighten you soft white one? Stacks of you are piled up and taken to a room with large vats. The stacks are separated and one by one are sunk into a new batch of fluids.

I see you sleep this one out of your mind, but is it so horrible? You've been hung up to drip the excess of that beautiful green color you now exude.

Is your strength waning so close to the end my soft, green friend? Being cut into lengths must be terrifying. Hang in there. You look up to see a gray-haired woman standing and smiling over you. She talks to you as if you were her own child. She asks what would you like to become.

Are you happy, or confused my little one? The drawing begins. Needles poke out of every orifice just so you can be held together long enough for more needles to go in and out of your body.

Does it hurt my misshapen little green one? Form starts to come out of nowhere. You're amazed by what you're turning into. Now to be wrapped up and ready for the final move.

Are you nervous my cute little one? The movement has ceased and the box you're in has finally made it inside. A man tears into the box and pulls everything out, including yourself, and puts it on a cart. A woman then walks up from behind and shoves something plastic into you. She lifts you by this thing and places you next to others that look exactly like you. The game of watching the light come and go continues.

Are you lonely my adorable little one? Every day, people come and touch you and your brothers on racks. Some are taken and never seen again. It sounds disturbing on so many levels.

Do you see her, little one? The girl with the brown curly hair. Now is the time to let yourself shine. Radiate your elegance with every fiber of your form.

Does she see you now my friend? She appears to be walking over and then you hear those words, "This is my favwit color! I want THIS one pwease daddy pwease!" You're taken off the hanger and set in a room with a mirror. Next thing you realize, you feel very warm pressed close against this tiny girl, and suddenly have a desire to protect her. No one really looked very closely at the left sleeve though. There was a loose string.

Silly little string, where do you think you're going? It appears all things have their own life cycle.

Are you happy? I guess that depends on where and how you choose to be. There will be another day, and another string.

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