Hoping

It is a belief, which brought others relief. A pair decided by fate, even if it comes late.

This red string of fate, on our finger, if it connects to our match. This pinky that links us two, the little finger we hold onto.

It is not as if we depend on it, but hope we find our other half. To be a perfect match is only a wish we all have.

Coleen Casanova

let me

there's this feeling fellow affection quite unexplainable a purple lit sky a subtle time alone of thoughts and memories that seems not owned a glitch link the other end unknown the longing to die alone amidst a sea of grass or tulips, and lavenders slowly drifting into peace let me let me

Prince Ric Emmanuel Paciente