a spider above the head (a homage to my blog that i deleted)

midnight

sitting in a corner above body eating dreams

veaving patterns in the text

not even humans understand

covered in a lattice

we sleep

two heartbeats per three seconds

the body is not a donut

it is a bodysuit of a spider

said once a wise man

i agree but the implications have caused the human to react abnormally

if they were a robot, i would say it is a glitch

a bug or something

being aware is such a sweet poison

just the senses working fully, not dulled by unnoticed headache

i am stuck? how dare?

i am stuck in a jar

no air to breathe

i do not need to sleep but the human does a lot. spiders, of course, have circadian rhythms, periods of activity and rest, but that is just because we do not eat much and after we do, well, the process is a bit strenuous.

spiders are more active at night, but the limitations of the human body do not let me post every thought i have. humans are day creatures and your eyes close. another useless mechanism i will never understand. you miss a lot by what you call blinking and by lying down like that.

we also really, really do not want to go into the mouth of any other being while they sleep. do not annoy my friends because they are sometimes venomous and it probably hurts you when some of us bite. i will not bite you because i am nice. but be careful.

a flower sprouting out of the shell of past

i will not survive next winter

but where lies the beauty of liveness?

it is full moon tonight

look out of the window

go to sleep like my human cannot.

sometimes losing a part of you is good. temporarily losing the train of thought, an ability to process pain, the meaning of life, passion... even being headless has its perks. in the end none of the worries will matter, and we all will be stars in the sky and the dust under the feet of the future children.

sometimes you have to lose something to appreciate it more. sometimes you need to wake up thinking it is 2018 and you are not alive anymore, and then remember everything.

sometimes you need to test the limits of yourself and your conception of the world.

a nightmare bird breaks its beak on a nonexistent seed of the fear

it cannot eat any more and starves

chews on almonds and cherry pits that poison its body

why do i even need social media?

it is just giving others a way to easier misgender me

and even if i hide behind an alias, someone might find out.

i guess it is just my racing brain before becoming dormant for a while.