A date with fate
If we were to be everything we've been through, what would you be? What has become of you beloved? Has life made you a skeleton of yourself? What happened to the skeletons that were in your closets? Do you check up on them? No because you only think about yourself!! Do you remember the first time you ran out to play in the rain? Do you remember the feeling? That feeling of a dog with two tails or full of joys of spring. I read somewhere today that kids raised with love tend to act and think differently from those raised on survival. But are they not flowers grown on concrete gardens? Beautiful and forlorn? You're always the first one to break off relationships because of the fear of being left. You'd be seated somewhere peacefully and your anxiety starts its usual seduction on a lovely lazy afternoon. She tells you how y'all going to end up like poetries with uncommon metaphors. How in the end, you're going to struggle to forget the bliss