I fed a spider and it felt good.
Laying in bed, hoping for the dread, listening to vintage musical diving sceptical. where is my mind? Losing all, my eyes keen into her her movement, her dance, her hunger I fell for her. I needed a place for us to hide but couldn't find it wide. Will the night be enough for me to find a place to disappear or for her to make her art appear? I began my run as she kept dancing on her own. My breath shook, my voice was buried but my vision stayed clear. Oh dear, it is love. I lost my mind.. My run leads to a crib, losing all grip I see. My love there, she finishes her dance. What else could do worse than making their love wait? Felt like one and twenty-five hundredth seconds passing in interstellar. Lookin' all the green I love, she loved grey more. I couldn't stand still and admire the green because I hear a sound as I stand by. That sound, a weep, a weep of widow's woe hastened me. I ran back to her waiting in a dull corne...