The spider in the amber will never see the sun.
She will never know that when the sun shines through her golden frame,
every part of her is visible.
She will never feel the warmth,
never bask in the light.
The stagnation of life feels like an amber cage
where time stands still
and yet years fly as eyelashes flutter.
We only have so much time before it hardens
and all that we are and all that we have done becomes permanent and immovable.
Being a spider in amber is like being immortal, remembered only for the ones fascinated to watch,
But she does not get to choose who sees her, she could only choose what they see.
The same goes for you and me.
SK
