The what-ifs and the whys creeping through your mind like tiny black spiders crawling between the walls in your brain , trying for a spot to set up shop ,to spin their webs.
    You push them back, back behind the drywall out of sight.
    But if you're not careful they will multiply. filling the spaces, the unattended places waiting to catch the beautiful flying thoughts that ought to be free.
     Those hope's and dreams caught, struggling to free themselves from a web of can'ts and shouldn'ts.
     As daunting a task, you rip the drywall, exposing the spider and clean house.
      You must patch the walls and start anew.