It truly is interesting how much the littlest most unnoticeable of occurrences could alter the entire inscription of written human fate, like a mere box of orange juice, for example. That drags along the question of whether fate is pre-written with all the alterations that happen during one's life or if it writes itself along the way. For that Sunny often wondered how her life would have carried along if she had never gone out to that specific gas station store for a box of orange juice where she had met the girl who was there to steal a bottle of strawberry liquor.

''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost