Being is belonging. Either you are part of a web, or caught in one.
In my nightmares I am nothing, but a helpless prisoner.
I pray to God that my worst dreams prove to be just that.
The tiny weaver making such an intricate pattern.
So strong and captive, and yet so fragile.
Just like life itself.
So hard to mend when a thread is broken.
Norwegian spiders have no poison in them.
They just keep on making these wonderful works of art to survive.