There is an author.
It goes by the name fate.
Fate has written billions of stories.
All stories have to have an ending.
Fate commonly ends its stories early,
but fate sometimes has faith in its stories.
It gives these stories a good ending.
All of us are the characters created as the
protagonists of fate's stories.
Each detail in our story written out carefully
by fate.
Fate is sadistic in many ways.
Inflicting pain on the undeserving.
It writes out our contaminated thoughts
thought to be unthinkable.
It messes us up.
All stories have to have a plot twist.
An unexpected bump in our story.
And it is no exception for fate.
Each decision made by us no matter right or wrong, was planned before we entered the story.
Stop thinking about the what ifs.
Stop thinking about what you could've have changed if you could go back in time.
These harmful thoughts make you blame yourself when it was only ever
fate's fault
Song: murmurs by hundred waters
I wish you would see what I see
Lead a lead a light of thee
You used to used to see
How you only need
To blow them out.
Two hundred candles
A liar, a scandal
A fire through the roof
When I called you
Were you there?
Were you there?
Were you ever alive?
Wish I would see what you see
Lead a lead a light of thee
You used to used to see
How you only need to blow them out.
Silly silly silly me
I used to used to see
Now our only light
is blowing out.
~wordless_
