the ouroboros of existence

The strands of fate is ever weaving through time. Mine and others crossing, slipping, beneath and atop each other. Does it not bear the resemblance of a slither? Like a snake on the cold jungle floor and have we not known more of the serpents lore? It's deadly bite and the hardships of its recovery. Thusly, it's scaled head pertrudes. And i was left to take up arms, Battling the ouroboros of existence. Yet in subsistence, I felt myself hunger for a taste that was not my own. A strangely familiar unfamiliarity Like a divine intervention or a holy calamity. You came to me as a whisper And stayed as a shout. Your words echoed through my veins And reverberated in my heart. Now I can hardly hear a damned thing. Only you. And if love is being deafened to the world Then it makes sense that all I can see in my future is you. After all. God giveth when he taketh away.

medicatedromantic

"Tell me about yourself" I'm still finding that out still wondering doubting and dreaming like a typhoon of emotions and being creating new life within me. I am not yet born.

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