Whispering Fates The hum of harmonic Serenity within the center bridge on a ship that glides on relativity Tap Tap' a sound made by the toga sandal wearing person as if space wasn't a fear- loosening the vacuum on a pickle jar Doing this while walking toward
I find myself sitting here in this river chair wicker and tilting held stable by a rope sandal under its chipped leg the pickle jar tipped over it's brine fills the river and I watch as it sparkles like glitter and fly off into the purple night sky
Causality is something we give many names, some call it fate, others destiny, others call it chaos, but tis just reality being interacted with creates ripples that can combine into waves into torrential crashes we call Chaos, but surely IT IS FELT AS FATE! That saying what comes around goes