that lives in my bath tub. I honestly don’t even like spiders, but I just don’t have the heart to wash him down the drain.
I know this is gross… but…
Every morning when I take a shower, I put the spider on a paper towel and put him in my sink. Then when i’m done with my shower I put him back in the bathtub.
I have no idea why I do this. It just seems like the right thing to do.
“And I’m looking through the glass,
where the light bends at the cracks,
and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs,
pretending the echoes belong to someone. Someone I used to know,”
I really miss the postal service