The waters are flooding in and there
is no escape; the current is too strong
to fight and prevail. It’s hopeless and
futile; to have stayed until now was wrong.
When the water was low, that was the
chance to escape—to get out and save
yourself. But waiting and hoping someone
will do it instead—that’s foolish, not brave.
Now, it’s too late; the door had blocked
it before but when you opened it too late,
the water was too much and flooded in.
This day marks the end of your fate.
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Circles
Ideally, circles are drawn in a single stroke; too many would mean edges and gaps, and arcs that were supposed to meet but end in near misses, or intersections instead of a whole.
Speechless
I tugged at the red strings that tied us two
hoping you’ll feel them too. When I did see you,
my heart skipped, and ran with two left feet.
It’s tragic how we finally met yet I couldn’t speak.
A Smile Towards the End
Peter ended the call; his food was downstairs and he needed to receive it. He looked at the busy screen in front of him, hesitating a bit, but quickly realized it was a simple decision. He locked the screen, took his keys, and went out of the apartment. He locked the door, and took the short walk to the elevators. After a short while, the elevator doors opened and he went in.
It was a short 20-second trip, but on the fifth second, there was a sharp twang and the elevator lurched. The single second that it held steady enough to quickly assure himself, except that was all it was: a single second of calm.
When Peter heard the second twang, he knew. Suddenly, he was weightless and the elevator began its free fall.
His life flashed past his eyes. The past years working as an analyst; his time in college with his friends both in his program and those in his organization; he remembered his years in high school, then grade school, nursery.
Peter remembered his last day: his small breakfast, the unproductive morning, a quick lunch, the calls he had in the afternoon, and his little spat with his girlfriend. It all seemed irrelevant when he was at death’s door.
He closed his eyes, smiled, and let it all go.
Don’t worry about it, buddy. It’s not your time yet. A voice seemed to say.
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Two positive charges push each other away;
it's the opposite that attracts the other.
Jigsaws have tabs to their slots, keys to their
locks. It's not the similar that fit and stay.
Red String
There’s a red string between the two of us.Author’s Notes
I don’t know if you can see it, buts it’s clear
you and I are connected. It’s fate, my dear;
I see love’s pink hue shining on both of us.
On the Movie: Serendipity
Fate. Despite the primary philosophy of the movie, it seems to be entirely nearly missed. As if to highlight that fate is more about the near encounters than the actual experiences, it was only truly evident in the beginning and end of the movie that our two protagonists were meant to be.
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Flipped Serendipity 