the problem with fate is... it's playful.
it will let you meet millions of people but none of them is the one for you.
it will let you break into thousands of pieces before you find what's true.
will you think that the one destined for you is maybe your seatmate,
or maybe one of your hundreds of schoolmates,
or the girl you locked eyes with at the beach,
or the boy you thought you couldn't reach,
or the one you bumped with while walking downtown,
or the one who was standing beside you in the concert before new year's countdown,
or the boy who sat with you in the park bench,
or the girl who knows how to speak French,
or the one who served your meal in the fastfood chain,
or the person sitting across from you in the train,
or maybe one of your friends.
who knows, right?
fate is playful and painful.
one time, it's on your side;
but on the other hand, it will make you cry.
—nnyl
YOU ARE READING
life in the eyes of poetry
Poesíayou're asking for a sign, or waiting for a person, or want something. but it's not yet yours so you whine that's not it, darling. know that everything happens for a reason and it's all okay. it may take too long for this waiting season, but it will...
