Wondering what that great big world holds.
This garment I hold, will soon be
Bought, glorified, touched, torn, and then
Thrown, away.
But to me this piece is everything.
I care for it; carefully cutting and piecing it together
Living, breathing, becoming this garment.
How I wish I could be the one who would wear this garment
With pride, knowing how much hard work it took,
Somewhere far away on a warm beach or in an urbanized city.
But of course I did know the feeling
Because now as I wear that garment,
I think to myself,
That was sew perfect.
« return.