#destiney
Do you ever feel tied to a string drifting aimlessly through the world?
Forcibly being pulled in random directions and never the way you want?
Then why do you shy away from the one who holds you tight,
The one who tells you to ignore the habitual ways of the world and go where you want?
When they hold onto the string which sways you, dont you feel as if you have been stabilized?
As if the world is no longer just a blur, but a vision of clarity around those gentle hands which hold you in their grasp?
As if they are all of the answers to the questions life relentlessly asks you?
When they stop you from swaying out of control the dizziness doesn't stop
It leaves from your head and rushes to your heart sending butterflies to your stomach
Leaving you in a foreign position with thoughts you can't believe you hold behind your fragile mind
Before you have time to hold your hands out to catch yourself you begin to fall heart first for the one nobly clutching onto your wavering string
All the doubt and panic of the world seems irrelevant
As time passes the worries of yesterday fade away as you gaze into the eyes of the one gallantly at your side
As the distance between you fade your heart lightens as the strings connecting you disappear to be replaced by warmth of those stabilizing hands
No longer separated by the strings of fate your thoughts are clear
The one who's been there through all of the calamity
The one who held you when you were lost and insecure
Who brought you out of the veils of darkness and into the light
A friend, a lover, a soulmate
The person just for you who built their home inside your heart
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
When you go down in the airplanes near my city,
The clouds are brown.
And when you drive to your dad‘s wedding,
The children you pass all have
The same wide eyes
-of the lost.
Do not stop to answer their pleas.
Nothing good will come of it
(At least not for you)
Your dad will say his vows,
And you‘ll wonder is this how we are.
To live or to die
In the arms of one person?
In these concrete cities, polluted and grey?
Drifting between the stars
We have not yet found?
The signs on the dock say
„DO NOT FEED THE FISH“
Are we not to feed our wishes and dreams as well?
To ***** the blood from our veins,
And give forth ourselves and our children
To the same very stars we cannot find?
You say destiny always seemed fake,
But we‘re destined to never know.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC