The Spider Sings Alone. [Open to One]

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He paced in the room with hurried steps
And placed his hands upon his head
As if he were afraid,
His thoughts were bursting from his brain.

Jude carried himself through the wet trodden land. The sun had just set, and the world was cool with the setting in of Luna and Night. The two pair danced across the pink licked skies Jude could analyze through the tall trees. His senses could pick up the smell of the foliage that consumed him. And it reminded him that he had no business in the wood. Why had he come to the greenery in the first place?

Ah yes. Now he remembered. He had ventured into the wood on this certain night to begin a habit, or at least he hoped. For he knew what was coming upon him, his disease. It made him restless, he needed to move, needed new things, but needed tranquil new things. The wood made an ideal get away for his sometimes chaotic mind. He didn't want a night of fidgeting, no, not this night. So he went for every opportunity to advert his symptoms as much as humanly possible.

Jude stumbled over a small fallen tree, but caught his light self with similar nearby stump. Sighing he deeply breathed in the scent of the wood again clearing his mind as he felt some cloudiness seep in. No, not this night. It still continued to occupy his mind. Like a tenant not willing to pay the rent. His mind was his own, he didn't want these thoughts contaminating it, and not having anything to show for in the long run also. He gripped his hair tightly as he continued to walk on and eventually felt his thoughts return to him. It was going well. For he would never make that success in his room at home.

Home. Even though this surroundings were helping his cause emensley, home, yes home he missed. He wanted his piano. Wanted to clear his thoughts more wit the gentle sound of those keys he knew all too well. He wanted the soft white and black carven wood underneath his calloused finger marks. He wished to make a sweet melody here in the wood. He wished for that, that the birds would join in as the tune picked up. If only all wishes came true. But alas, pianos were heavy, and Jude knew he hadn't the strength. but it was a silly fantasy anyways. And they got him nowhere.

His cloudiness did not return in the few steps he took forward and Jude was thankful. He made up a silly toon in his head. Willing himself to remember it and eager to play it out for when his younger cousins came by. What a brilliant thought, seeing the small, round, happy faces. Jude missed that. For their were rarely a very happy face in the apartment he shared with his father. They pulled through, but most smiles were those of comfort and reassurence, happiness was seldom expressed. But life couldn't be all bad? No. Of course not. Everything was fine, even if that was a lie. So be it. Jude rather live in normal lies than a fucked up crazed life.

Leaving those thoughts rest he turned his attention to the fainted path in front of him. Who had walked these ways? And where would they lead? Jude puzzled to himself. But knew he hadn't the bravery to journey it all this night. But maybe he'd return, tomorrow. He had off in the morning. Yes maybe tomorrow he would mosey along this path further. Who knows, the way could become fond friend if he wished it to be.

Jude side stepped off the trail to avoid a cob web. His eyes searched the faint, silky whitness for a fuzzy arachnid. But to his relief found none. He didn't like the creepy crawlies of the earth that he was sure of. But some of him longed for his old animal companion long passed. A small kitten his family had nursed to health when he was about 5. Pure black and lively, the perfect companion. But little kitten had unfortunetly returned to wherever it was that cats came from as he was taken by the road. Cars could do a doozie on a young child's heart.

The path ahead, or rather the lack of one surprised Jude as he stepped foot in a tall bush with his lack of attention. What had he done? The only thing in front, behind, or side to him was trees, large amounts of trees and foliage. And it was dark. "No, no, no!" he screamed into the night. "This can't be happening! It can't be! I couldn't of gotten lost.. I just.. lost the trail is all.. Yes, the trail is lost, but not me," he said trying to soothe himself with his logic. It was helping, but only slightly. But it was helping enough to prevent a meltdown of thoughts or chaos to occur. That was all he was trying to get across his mind. "I'll be fine... It's only the wood. I'll be.. okay."

I'll rest on the nest made by spiders
Fed on drug induced flies
The Spider sings alone,
The Spider sings alone.

[kitsuneth]

Estella was tired. She wished for sleep. But she knew she could not sleep. She knew she couldn't dream. Yet her wishes to dream were clutched in her hands in the form of a dream-catcher. Her special dream-catcher that she had made for herself.

It was double rimmed, so that one bone rim crossed the other. These rims had strips of animal hide wrapped around them. There was an intricate meshing in the middle of this formation that bound together the bone in one item. Entwined in the mesh were beads of teeth of different animals, even humans. Then there were claws of these animals that hung off of string, draped from the rims of the dream-catcher.

Estella sat in a tree in the middle of the woods, in a low-laying branch that was thick and sturdy. She leaned against the great oak tree and inhaled deeply. Ah, what an intoxicating smell this forest had. What a lovely shades of green it portrayed. What ravishing flora.

Estella closed her ageless green eyes and rested her head against the bark of the tree. Her short, wavy brown hair ruffled in the breeze. Estella's pale skin shone in the moonlight like a porcelain doll's. She was sixteen when she died, yet she looked a year or two younger. Her black dress flowed with the wind, and her murky green ribbon, tied about her neck, matched the fluid air.

Presently, Estella heard a sound. Not a faint, harmonic sound of the squirrels in the trees, nor the melodic voices of the night owls. No, this was an intrusive noise.

With her eyes still closed, Estella scoped out the whereabouts of the source of the noise with her ears and nose. The wind carried with it the scent of this new being, and also brought with it the uneven tramping of it's movements. It was near.

Human. Estella came to the conclusion from all the unnatural movements this thing was making. She snapped her eyes open and gracefully leaped to the ground. In a fluid movement she came to be partially concealed behind a large tree that was a few feet from this human.

Estella was intrigued in what he was doing. This human male seemed to be on some sort of substance. Clouds covered the moon for a moment.

"Who may you be? What brings you to these woods, oh strange one?" Estella's voice was like a young girls, and had the touch of nature, so that it sounded like it might have come from the wind or the rustling of leaves on a tree. When she spoke these few words, the clouds lifted from the moon, and it's next-to-full orb illuminated her, bringing out her eyes so that they practically glowed.