The feeling of spiders crawling on your skin, up your arms and under your clothes. Nothing is there and you won't find any visible to your naked eye. Lying and breathing and the ears on their sides. Notes all around the table, the tags and the reminders. This book was started weeks ago but the time is never there to read it. The time is always here, i just don't utilise it. Such a beautiful day. The weather and the wind. Yesterdays shoes turn to blue and then lower. Kicking stones and creating holes. Nothing is a problem, nothing could be a problem with moments like these.