the tapestry of the mind weaves itself in the dark… The deepest roots grow unseen. For years I thought I was barren ground; turns out I was just underground, gathering strength. Sometimes the thread breaks, and you have to decide if you're going to tie a knot and keep going, or unravel everything you've done. I've learned the value of a knot; it marks the place where I almost gave up, but didn't. Now, when I see one, I know that part is stronger for having been broken.