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Red threads of fate 🧵

“Th-There is an o-o-o-o ol-old proverb-verb
That speaks-that speaks speaks about an invisible-ble
Re-re-re-re-re-red thread-thread
Connecting those destined-destined to meet
Meet destined to meet
Regardless of time, place, or ti-time
Circumstance circum circumstance
Regardless of time, place, or circumstance
The thread may stretch or tangle
But never-but never break
This is known as the-this is known as the red string of
Fa-fa-fa-fa fa-fate”

-Recousa, Red String Of Fate

I don't believe in red threads of fate but,
the first time we met,
I could somehow sense an invisible string tied around our pinkies,
intertwined,
like cupid ushering us to the right place of our hearts,
where clandastine paradises filled with love are present everywhere,
waiting for us.

I don't know if you noticed the string always tied to us, but I hope you did.
And if you did, would you cut that string or keep it intertwined like whirlpools?
Because I'm lost like a flightless bird,
confused, like a group of dark shadows,
always left there,
pondering about what we really are.