Spacing out,
Golden sunlight basking the window,
A thread of a spider's web,
Glinting and gently swaying along with the wind from the window.
Spacing out,
How silly of me,
To be even envious from a thread of web,
When it'll be dull as me without the sunlight too.
Invisible and motionless,
Hidden in a corner,
Fragile to human touches.
I am but a spider's web too,
Only the spider's web is stronger,
And I'm barely hanging,
From something I don't know.
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Scribbles
Randomhi, if you ever came across Scribble, this book contains my feelings, my thoughts- basically my confession that I chose to be kept with me and be written. But as I want to share what I have, my unvoiced voices. Maybe I can have people relate if not...
