I lay in the sun, and saw a spider. It was a tiny smudge against the blue. Long, desperate webs trailed from its body like a single stitch that bore witness to the little life hurtling through the sky. Rather than fix him in a physical place, this web stitched the spider into my mind. I often come back to him.
Tag: fragile
I Don’t Fit Into That Box Anymore
You aren't your grief. You aren't what happens to you in this life, you are how you deal it. You won't always feel so small.