My soul is cracked. Turns out it’s not all rainbows and kittens back there. The protective white wall has turned red from the flames that rage. I smile from a different place now…

Spiders only worry about their next meal. They sun in their intricate webs that blow in the wind. Vigilant, secure and fearless. A kind of simple genius we could never be or touch, and somehow find terrifying. Like the glorious intangible patterns in my mind. Why are we scared of that kind of freedom?