Dec 12, 2006 22:46
Society is a web, and everyone's a spider. We just can't stop spinning. We come in contact and get tangled in each other then we struggle to get out, and we can't because we're strung together. And we lie and we cheat and we say goodbye, but when it's over, we always wish for the time when our webs didn't tangle but ran smoothly side-by-side. Before we had to break them apart. Before he became too close, before she said something stupid, before he got insulted, before he judged her, before she became aloof, before she finally understood these are the webs we weave.
To all the spiders who I've been cut out of my web,
Please come back.
[edit: I'm 18 now.]