journal · prose

Clarvoyance

Choices are
destinations –
destiny –
fate:
allusions of what might be –
could be
it happened for a reason
or it was just the season
something in the air, like
mystery or
misery.
We twist it into happiness and
charming illusions
and in all
the confusion –
the delusion –
we lose the conclusion.
Well, there is purpose in
everything, in
being in
the present moment.
But you or I
may never see it,
never know it.

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