Unglued

Slightly star-crossed as Fate twirls my life in her hands. She has a deranged sense of humor; laughing maniacally  as she intertwines love and misery.

Fate and Karma waltz together and frolic in the pain they concoct.

Instantaneously dismantling all stable ground from under my feet.

Splashing in the sadness, giggling and holding hands.

Spiraling they go hand in hand; weaving emotions and hurling them in the air.

Not a care in the world, they continue onward as I remain lost in the rubble of their deserted mess.

 

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