The Rope That Holds Us Together

Imagine a thick rope unraveling slowly, seeing it stretching out and straining. One by one the strands that make up the rope whip round and fall out off the once whole and strong body of the rope.
Thats how my memories of people feels like, I was once sure and certain that we would all stay as we were. That we would all keep our child like innocence and yet in the future have the freedom to live our young lives.
But the world doesn't work like that, you cant always say that one thing will go the way you want. We are growing up, all of us are. Its scaring me a little, the plans we all made are falling away like the strands of an unraveling rope.

Life has taken hold of us and Im scared about what the future has planed.

But maybe thats natural...