spiders

my knees are keeping my heart company and my head is meeting the cold concrete with little hesitation. i am on top of a mountain. i look up expecting bright clouds to greet my curious glance. all i see is little specks of blue where the fur trees fail to paint the sky and i gaze downward. the forest is crawling with spiders. all on personal adventures that the rest of existence is unaware of. eight legs carry them across the grassy treacherous terrain. and we wonder what his little brain is thinking about. food? shelter? his many enemies. including my ignorant shoe that may end his fearless journey upon my desire to dive deeper into this wood. i walk on. hoping the best for my little friend. for a split second, my sight is tainted red and i feel the most comforting warmth engulf my body. starting at my head and flowing like water towards my ankles. i'm curious to what kind of strain my heart can handle. what kind of nature it can endure. i open my eyes to smoke and screaming. where am i. what has this place become. my head is bleeding but i feel the most comforting feeling of content-ness right between my knees. right next to the thud thud of dying dreams.