• anngeli 5w


    Some things are meant to be
    An some things are not
    The universe spins wool from under our feet
    We watch possibilites be pulled from our eyes
    Throw to the side
    While another reality is spun
    Our hearts rippled in the middle
    Like deer in headlights
    We are the mere spectator
    Of this vicious cycle
    And only every so often
    Are we benefited by it