A: Simple, they haven't happened yet.

*
Perhaps it's one of those days where the sun rises in the wrong place, and sets a little too soon.
Maybe it's another one of those nights when the moon is dim and your thoughts are too bright.
Where you're incapable of sleep and all you can do is write.
Where your thoughts go where they didn't miss traveling and where they're forced to stay the whole night.
I've always wished for better tomorrows.
And as grateful as I am that those tomorrows have arrived,
those tomorrows are now yesterdays and I find myself wishing once more.
I will blame it on my humanity, my susceptible thoughts, my big heart,
my weak legs, and my dampened skies and claim that tomorrow I will be stronger.
*As I always have.

Spiders eat at the back of my eyes pondering at webs I myself have created.
Eight legs and a thousand eyes.
The truths I've learned have suddenly been revealed,
unmasked to be nothing but tricks and lies.
And then what am I left with?
Nothing but broken mirrors,
Shards of glass,
my multiple reflections and a variety of spiderwebs.
You've deceived me my dear.

Proved yourself to be nothing but a spider.