...being is enough...
Silken, smooth, gossamer existence...fragile as the lonely garden spider's web, yet it holds me up and gives me a place to stand...
it's very...very...sticky...ah-yes.
One false step, and I could be hopelessly addicted to...this;...and, yet, if you stand for too long, tippy-tip-toeing on the safe, familiar strands of your life, you'll find that your carefully woven web will have wafted on the winds of whenever to weakly rest on the weeping earth...and that very earth upon which you stand is your own grave,...soaked through with the tears of of all your cryings and eager to consume the work of all your wanton wantings.
Still...the kindly velvet kiss of being is enough to bring me back for more and to keep me here for as long as I have been...pretending I'm a spider....spinning and spinning, who knows when I'll be spent.
-Guppy
it's very...very...sticky...ah-yes.
One false step, and I could be hopelessly addicted to...this;...and, yet, if you stand for too long, tippy-tip-toeing on the safe, familiar strands of your life, you'll find that your carefully woven web will have wafted on the winds of whenever to weakly rest on the weeping earth...and that very earth upon which you stand is your own grave,...soaked through with the tears of of all your cryings and eager to consume the work of all your wanton wantings.
Still...the kindly velvet kiss of being is enough to bring me back for more and to keep me here for as long as I have been...pretending I'm a spider....spinning and spinning, who knows when I'll be spent.
-Guppy