use your limbs, try to suck the stickiness out of existence

Being stuck is the natural state of spirits. Being caught in a web, or tangled while attempting to spin one, nothing could be more natural in the world than stickiness. Limbo, limb, a limb is a limb, like a leg or claw or branch reaching towards the light. A spirit stuck in limbo is like a limb stuck in a spider's web, trying to free itself.

Human limbs free themselves easily from spider webs - they barely even feel the silk that took such effort to spin into shapes. But smaller limbs, like the skeletal delicate legs of an ant, they remain stuck until the spirit leaves them, the spider sucks them dry.

The world can suck a human spirit dry; and usually the ones doing said sucking aren't attempting to gain sustenance the way a spider is. The other humans can keep a spirit stuck in limbo for days, weeks, months, waiting to hear back, to obtain the currency that keep people able to obtain food in ways less visceral and traumatizing than how spiders obtain their food.

A spirit stuck in limbo is waiting, the way a worm waits on the sidewalk as it dries in the sun, having left the dirt during a rainstorm. A human spirit left waiting has an advantage to that worm - it knows what concrete is, what the sun will do if the spirit fails to move. Being stuck isn't always a choice, but one has choices to make while waiting, while stuck, while unsure and insecure of their place in the world of people. Stay in the shade, nurture limbo the way the sun nurtures limbs, branches of a tree reaching towards it - there are free resources for spirits stuck if one knows where to look. Libraries are brilliant ways to keep one's mind intact while waiting for a more fulfilling pastime. Prose, writing, that's how this spirit keeps afloat while in limbo.