Delusional

There is something about hope that is enticing and delicious. It’s web of lies pulls us in like the glint of the black widow’s trap. The beauty of its intricate mastery makes us jump for the center only to be caught in its tangle. It feeds on our minds only to pull us deeper into the facade. Tricking its prey, it presents as a beautiful entanglement of both grace and poise. If you get too close, you’ll be a victim yet. Its attractive state will make you question your methods. Was hope always this delusional?