Like the spider.
Invisible lines that connect me with people and places.
My actions, my thoughts, my wishes, my whims, my fears, my vices, my addictions, my dreams, my words, my steps.
Invisible lines which can becomes strings, cords, ropes ready to imprison me.
My stupidity.
My loneliness.
My dissent.
My arrogance.
My disappointment.
La mia delusione, in Italian sounds closer to what I really feel.
Then, I do my best to be disappointed with myself, throwing all away.
Deluding myself to suffer less.
Garbling the weaves of my life.
Imprisoning myself day after day...
...with a net that nobody can see.
Becoming a cocoon in the midst of so many cocoons which are still pretending to be human, like me.