Had a dream that I ate a large orange and blue spider, while explaining to my mom that tarantulas are loving and affectionate to their owners.
My mom stops me and asked why I ate the other spider, and I said "to consume her."

I foraged on my own through the day.
Like carved words on her womb and thighs. I knew it was you.
Her screaming became listless, her pale hands stained blue.
Her eyes were a dark grey haze, looking up reflecting the clouds that drifted by.
Her mind drifted along with them.
I reached down my branches.
Lift up, my darling.
Not the whole world, is so unkind.
Made wings with my leaves and sent her on her way.
She whispered a song on her flight up.
One only mother's know.
And I wept. I wept for centuries, my branches grew longer, reaching for all our children.
A protective net, a web we weaved.
I taught the locust, the crickets, and flies.
And in the spring and summer, you'll hear in unison how the wind still hums.
For you, our little one.

Saree-

home

unwrapping

Dreamt that a friend and I were walking through a clearing in the woods around sunset, there was a small pond, crystal clear, you could see how soft the algae looked at the bottom and tadpoles and salamanders skittering back and forth between little pockets.
We walked passed but kept watching them, we got to a road to cross and suddenly all these bright orange newts were crawling out of these puddles and going right for the street while cars were coming. I started panicking and jumped into the puddle that was actually very deep and tried to collect the newts in the edge to bring them back in, my friend stood at the edge gathering whatever ones he could to get them back in the water.
Then I continued to have nightmares that all the animals were defending each other from humans and they were left without their mates and children.

Sometimes I have found more comfort in falling off the face of the earth than being surrounded by human presence.
That doesn't make me anti-social, it doesn't make me a recluse, it doesn't mean anything more than I find solace in silence, and just being immersed in my own thoughts; in my own being.
Sometimes I don't read my messages, sometimes I do, but never reply.
Sometimes I'm busy, and sometimes I just say that I am.
That doesn't mean I care less about people, it doesn't mean I'm being avoidant in order to hurt anyone or push anyone away.
People need their own space to breathe.
If that means I have to run for miles in the other direction, then I'll run as fast as I can.
Then I'll take my time when I decide return.