a spiderweb, glittering and shimmering in the morning sun and rain; tangled and complex, connections and limbs joined, broken, and reformed... elastic, tenacious, confounding, and yet insignificant. the Universe without, and Death within.


a microcosm.


if you don't get it, that's ok.... sometimes it's better not even thinking. Considering that I wouldn't have this written any other way.