It hides behind the knives every time I start cooking
was it a month? a year?
it cannot be the same spider but it is still there
I look at it Climbing Is it sacred?
Of me ? Like Iβm of it?
Itβs a tiny piece of Life that I could crush with
Only a hand I gather the knife
And keep cooking
Do you ever wonder if they are scared of us? I mean, we are these gigantic beast that only care for ourselves. What do we do with so much power over life?