I am friends with the spiders in the corners of my room.
I am not afraid of them,
I never was.
I have always liked them.
They are nice company,
staying out of my zone whilst still being there.
Just sitting in their nets,
with no expectations or demands on what I should be and do.
They are quiet observers of the world,
yet wildly hated for simply being.
I feel sad for them,
yet I find comfort in the knowledge that
they are like me.
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evening thoughts
De TodoDeep thoughts, as in sleep-deprived at 3am with untreated mental issues and traumas and too many poetry videos on my fyp. I'll just vibe here with them until I feel like getting better. TW for everything I guess.
