What does it mean when a spider builds a web over your fold-out tv tray that you didn't put away last night?
What does it mean when you let them stay there for another night before finally putting the fold-out tv tray away in the closet and the spider along with it?
Is this love or have I just given up?
The baby died.
The baby died.
The baby died.
They held a funeral before it happened.
How heavy must we become before we can be light again?
How deep must we delve before we can come back to the surface?
And what if the depths are only ankle deep? How will we heal, then, Lorena? How?
This is my entry to the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Or black and white therapy, if you're me.
Try it. It cures everything.
