it’s disgusting reallythere’s this spider. She’s the same as every other spider. She continually tries over and over to make the best web. She realizes everyone’s webs are just the same. Hers are great but nothing to be different. She’s good with her spins and spoons, she traps enough on her wayShe hates being a spider some days and loves it others. She watches the beetles on the ground and wishes she could try it for a day. She’s jealous the ants that work together it must be nice always having purpose. She saw the birds and wondered what’d it be like. She decides to start spinning webs down the street. A change of scenery will give her more adventure. She is worried nothing will change if she stays in place. So she leaves and she meets new spiders where she went. They’re sweet but she misses her old spider family. So many spiders she meets and it’s nice it’s fresh but they don’t seem to want to know her and that’s fine. Some she doesn’t want to know more. She finds herself making the same webs over and over. And realizes the new spider friends only liked her cause she was something different. She showed them how she makes her webs but again they became used to her. So they stopped watching. The spider was by herself. She wanted to stay in her spot. but it didn’t seem right here. She felt out of place, was it the tree she was staying in? She wanted to try a new place. She thought could that be enough? One more change to feel new? But would the same thing happen?. Could she handle this feeling again? Was her honesty not welcome Why did this happen? she knew it had to be her fault. She never added to lives around her. In fact when she’d ask any spiders to stay Well they’d usually run off. So she stopped asking. she knew it was immature but she felt so passionately she couldn’t stop herself from caring. She liked her webs. She just felt misunderstood She could back down to the street. To her family webs. And feel stuck A failure there. Was it better to be alone somewhere else? Should she continue where she was even though she was feeling quite sad? She knew what she wanted. She just wanted it now. She thought she’d have it by now. Purpose. That’s all she was wanting And going home would be okay but would she feel stuck again? She suddenly kept spinning her web as she thought. And found herself stuck in it herself. Inside the web. It wrapped around her thin body. It was tight the more she’d try to get it off the more it would suck around her. She panicked. She looked around. No one was there. She had plans next week. But a daily check in? No one ever did. No one had for years. How long would she be here? Her expectations too high? Would she be stuck in her web for weeks? Would she move and become stuck there? Would she go home and be stuck there? Then she realized. It was her. it was her fault. She couldn’t help herself. She was stuck with herself. It wouldn’t matter bc wherever she was it didn’t feel right. She always felt she was forcing. She wanted home