#unpredictability
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
We've become friends overtime,
I tell her about the bottles and beer cans,
so lost I forget about the aches and pains.
She knows it's bad when I'm quiet.
I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo,
the rain can't drown out my thoughts.
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her,
my identity drifts softly away with the tide.
Confused, I am too weak to find ground,
maybe it's best I cannot be saved.
The water leads me to my friend,
I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold.
She tells me that she's here for me,
the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
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.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
"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."
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC