Random Shit

When no one nourishes at the well the spiders become anxious. Succumb when the wiring becomes wound too tight. Found out that at the core you can only find your being. Fill it yourself with all you find and shine it forth. She saw the same thing between them, how they created ideas that sustained their souls, but holds her air carefully and with good reason. How the movement flows so easily between the two, but bends all the rules. Careful now watch out for the love. When it is so pure in wanting freedom and truth freely for another this will become the infinite now. Giving up all but claims on your own heart's destiny still leaves the hope of possibility lingering.