May Bracelet/Βραχιόλι πρωτομαγιάς

I never took it off. Somehow I thought it would "experience" things with me, see things with me. And when that happened, it made it even harder to take it off. Somehow it reminded me that no matter that day, I was still here. Always on my wrist. I was mocked for wearing the bracelet, that we are supposed to wear on May 1st, all year round. It was the only "one" that really survived through that night with me. Until it got caught in something, a part of it fell and then another time it got pulled and stretched. One day I didn't see it around my wrist. It was stuck somewhere inside the sleeves of my jacket. It was a big relief. It's just a piece of thread that I can't ever throw away. A piece of thread is the only thing that really, really saw, knew and understood, every single second of it.