No beauty is left without gratitude, no melody will sound for the air alone, no grace can escape being noticed and no smile will be forgotten under my watch...
All beauty will be coveted and hated, all melodies judged with acute precision, all grace will be compared to the grace of a feather and all smiles will be smiled in vain under my watch.
I do not care for what is, what was, what will be... close to me... if its not for eternity.
The undying wishes, love and loveliness, the never ending hope that.. there is something, somewhere... that I can crave for, and take with me beyond the river, and be sure it will never disappear...
under my watch.
I am arachnophobic and thus I generally don't like seeing spiders - at all! I sort of like their looks, but they make me alert whenever they are near and usually I end up disposing of them via reflex in an instant. I also do not like running into spiderwebs as well as being smeared with a spiders entrails. So... no spiders for me.
But today I met one spider I sort of liked. I was just leaving my house for town to go see a cat and opened my sunshade to avoid being touched by that bothersome and graceless sunlight. And as I laid it to rest on my shoulder I spotted a tiny green spider hanging in front of me from the very same sunshade I held in my hand. It was just descending slowly from an invisibly fine thread of silk and I thought... "why not?"
Of course the spider was small and it definitely complemented the old-fashioned emerald green sunshade with black lacing I made. Sadly he betrayed me and left with Mrs. Gust of Wind. But if the spider had been any bigger I had just twirled my sunshade around a bit to send Mr. Big Spider flying away myself...
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