I sit, and the spiders shape their webs over me;
I make friends with each of them.
Charlotte writes the words I could never say,
and with much more eloquence than I possess.
And when carrying me into the trees,
webs shaped around my body like plastic wrap,
they set me down into a nest and help me
count the constellations.
Radiating light bursts out of everything.
This is what it feels like to be whole.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
I sit, and the spiders shape their webs over me;
I make friends with each of them.
Charlotte writes the words I could never say,
and with much more eloquence than I possess.
And when carrying me into the trees,
webs shaped around my body like plastic wrap,
they set me down into a nest and help me
count the constellations.
Radiating light bursts out of everything.
This is what it feels like to be whole.
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