String

The string was thick and golden. I was mesmerized. I ran my finger through the silky line. It was delicate, it was fragile. I held it in my hand, guarding it against hoarders. It shall not be coveted as it shall be mine forever. I put it safely inside my pocket, keeping it from the rest of the world. One day I took it out, it is not as silky anymore. The string got crumpled and I decided to straighten it. As I did, a knot was formed at the middle. I tried to loosen the knot. As I pull one end of the string, the knot became tighter. I have no choice but to cut it to set it free. Now, as I have come to realize, the once notable string is just a crumpled worn-out piece of junk.