Cheeky Chatty

For weeks it lived under the flap of short small box, within a woven web.  The box itself sat on the floor not more than four feet from the right of my bed; which too lied on the floor, absent from a box spring.  Day in and night out, I glared at it's long legs and oblong torso, questioning it's existence and placement.  Silently telling it, that the end is near. Upon arriving home everyday from work, I checked to see if it's migratory instincts had taken affect, only to find it steadfast and loyal to its new found home.  Finally, the day of days had arrived, and I glanced at the spider before heading out for the day.  This is it. Back at home, I grabbed the broom and prepared my well thought out plan, only to find that the course of life had carried out it's deed.  For there it lay, on it's back...and legs bent in their finality.  Guilt arose from the days of contemplation, and I was saddened by the death of an unlikely friend.

Non discriminatory, non forgiving and encompassing all, is death.  Memento Mori, is the Latin phrase meaning to "Remember your mortality", and can bring a certain perspective to life, and your current frame of mind. As a child, I use to hyperventilate and cry uncontrollably to myself on thoughts of death.  It only worsened when I was taught "The Book of Revelations".  From then on, my idea was to live a reclusive life, and not involve myself with a familial status (and pray to God, I died before the end of the world).  All in hopes to escape the grim reality of death touching loved ones.  Perhaps it was then people became oblivious to me.   Never had I went in search for friends or relationships, but always allowed whatever to happen  non discriminatory.  How is my reclusive life going?  Single divorcee, enjoying her two weeks of freedom. Since my teenage years, I grew a new perspective on death.  When I began ...

Beneath the ground from which we lay,  objectified by people who have gone astray. It wasn't us who wronged you, or stained your life but it was us, who ultimately paid the price. If I could I would, wrap my arms around you, and give you a big bear hug, or hold your face within my hands, and tell you you are loved. We're all here together within this circle of life, gaining our foot in freedom, enduring our own personal strife Perhaps our goal was to help you see, what you failed to see, that what bothers you, may also have an adverse effect on me. However our lives have crossed into this travesty, there is no denying that you still objectified another human being.