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What is choice? I did not decide to meet you. What is fate? Could I have been destined to need you? Can there be no maybes? No gray between black and white -- (Abyss between the cliffs, the nothing between everything) -- Only "will," and "won't," never "might." My mother, my brother: Is it fate the love they give me, and choice I hand it back? Is it unteachable, unbreakable, the bond within a pack? And what of love found later on that seems of greater worth? Could the prophetic mistress, Fate, grow this love and that at birth? Is it only fate to love the ones you? raised Who And choice to love the one you? lifts Who So is it choice or is it fate? There can be nothing in between. Yet somehow, though I did not choose to meet you, or fall in love that day, I would not have it another way. No in between...? I feel I have found the gray, the twilight between night and day, the little nothings in the everything that make it all worthwhile. It's in between introductions and forever spent together It's in between the sheets, the covers of an album. It's in between our smiles. The in between is what we love -- What we live-- -- Whether choice or fate -- It's the bridge over abyss. It's the love that stops your falling. A second, a year, a look, a kiss. This idea of choice, of fate, it's unimportant, obsolete. It matters only What lies in between.
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
What Lies in Between
What is choice? I did not decide to meet you. What is fate? Could I have been destined to need you? Can there be no maybes? No gray between black and white -- (Abyss between the cliffs, the nothing between everything) -- Only "will," and "won't," never "might." My mother, my brother: Is it fate the love they give me, and choice I hand it back? Is it unteachable, unbreakable, the bond within a pack? And what of love found later on that seems of greater worth? Could the prophetic mistress, Fate, grow this love and that at birth? Is it only fate to love the ones you? raised Who And choice to love the one you? lifts Who So is it choice or is it fate? There can be nothing in between. Yet somehow, though I did not choose to meet you, or fall in love that day, I would not have it another way. No in between...? I feel I have found the gray, the twilight between night and day, the little nothings in the everything that make it all worthwhile. It's in between introductions and forever spent together It's in between the sheets, the covers of an album. It's in between our smiles. The in between is what we love -- What we live-- -- Whether choice or fate -- It's the bridge over abyss. It's the love that stops your falling. A second, a year, a look, a kiss. This idea of choice, of fate, it's unimportant, obsolete. It matters only What lies in between.
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sarah-ellis
American
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
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