Its funny how life changes, where it decides to take us. One day you can be alone, one day unloved, the next you have everything, then nothing again. We ride in circles through this ever-changing life, crossing paths, hopes, dreams, hearts. Yet we never really seem to know where we are going , we never know when or where it will end. Who will one day be your rock, the next day gone, through death, through misunderstanding or harsh words unknown. There are those that you love, who for reasons you can not help, may never love you. There are those that you hated, but maybe should have gotten to know. There are those you wish you cherished, but now is not the time or place, or at least that is how it seems.

We are all riding on the wave of emotion, carried away on the ebb and tide of some divine plan, acting out a story that may already be told. Is destiny and fate a given? Do we really have choice over the decisions we make, or is this all pretence? Is the world a predetermined story board, set on a single course? Does everything happen because that is what is ready made?

The words I write - am I meant to write them, at this conjecture in time?
They flow, they run, scrawling easily across the page. Tumbling from my brain.

The people I love, am I forced to love them? Is the choice to run free, a choice I do not have?

Our lives seem full of choices, decisions, consequences, but what if these things are only there to make us feel like we have some kind of freedom. Our choices are not out choices at all, our choices are our fate, set out already in a ploy to make us feel like we belong in this world, to make us feel that hope is true.

Our choices are not our choices at all, but a fevered dream bound by destiny.