Pierced by silence and a longing to be accepted. Torn apart because of rejection, placed in a place of solitude. Forced to regress backwards into the shadows of itself. A soul scarred by terrible scenes of violent emotions. Holding on to a slim strand of hope. A light that seems as thin as a spider silk. A secret desire and a torment at the same time. The twine makes you want to believe. Yet the dark places say let go. In your own cocoon of protection, you contemplate the options. Deciding instead to sleep for a while, then make a choice. Clinging to the thread one more day, hoping it can sew up and mend the cuts and tears in a wounded soul.