it came in the post. i’ve worn it since may. now it’s august which is hot and heavy and full of scratched skin and broken smiles. i never knew a bundle of fabric, pretty strings and colours could ever mean so much to a girl like me. it’s there everyday, hanging from my wrist and clinging to me during my happiest moments. subconsciously i pull for it through tears because in the darkest corners of my being i need to remind myself of the people i love the most.