SCARLET STRINGS OF FATE

My thoughts are wooven with feelings burning red and emotions drowning blue.

somtimes like a stake to the vampire's heart.

other times shrinking my intestines as if they were a soak cloth.

like the warm embrace of a winter fire

the smell of the earth after the first rains

a gust of cool breeze blowing against perspiring sun-glazed skin.

the brush of a puppy's fur against my hand.

My thoughts are made up of stardust, reigning over every thing the sun touches

what is stardust if not a speck of dust, floating in the morning ray of light.

i wonder if i feel things, because you feel them.

or if you feel what i feel.

cause when you cry, my eyes prickle with tears and my heart bleeds the way your would when stabbed.

i feel wildfire searing through me when you are mad and my smile hurts my cheeks when you smile 

maybe our thoughts find each other through the fabric of space too 

what if they fuse and collide to share one body and that's why our mind resemble each other in face.

almost like the gasoline in the cosmos comming together to clash across galaxies because they belong as one.

and maybe souls do bind, maybe ours did too.

maybe they have always been bound, like scarlet strings of fate spending years tangled in knots and spools.

we change colours and shapes together, like the the moon and the leaves across seasons.

like those creepers in the backyard twining and growing together to sprout blooms.

weeds joining hands to birth wildflowers.

and trees linking fingers to form canopies .

like the two banks of the river flowing together to fall as one.

our souls are one maybe.