When my thoughts wander

I like to entertain the idea of fate

Unchangeable destinies

And the thought that two people might be meant to meet

No matter what follows


I enjoy believing I survive what I do

Because I was somehow meant to

Rather than me stumbling

Blindly through it all uselessly

You see

It’s somehow so much more manageable that way


Construct an idea in your head

That it’ll all be worth it

In the end

Because it was all predetermined



February 19th 2016


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