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Spectre Aug 2017
The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
                                   no confines of expectations to hold them,
          each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
                                           intertwining chances,
    unpredictability,
                                                     and tragedy...

Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Nobody can predict the future, but this doesn't mean bad things are set in stone.
ji Nov 2015
"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked.

"What?"

"Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold."

"You know what makes unpredictability pretty?"

"What?" he asked.

*"That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
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