blanketed in stories

our lives are patchwork quilts. some squares are dark and torn. others are splashed with bright colours. some people wrap themselves up in their blankets of woe. others wrap up their friends in the warmth of their tales.
"i've had a hard life but i wouldn't want it any other way" a teenager tells me.
stiched together by time and the gentle fingers of our heavenly seamstress, our quilts envelop and develop. they assure us that, in the end, this too shall pass -- becoming just another square to share with others.