• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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Soul mate

Like a lost moth chasing quivering flames and the never ending length of threads that tie our dreams to us to our destinies, then run miles ahead to tie all those whose destinies are bound with ours. Iridescent unseen faces and reverent pious caresses. All that the day takes away, the night returns. Wait at dusk for the stars to appear, for destinies may be intrinsically woven and only served on a silver platter of a faded moonlit sky. You'll end up on the right shore, under the right clouds. Certain as the oceans move forever, tip and empty their treasures on the right edge. Keep moving, one foot behind the other and at the right time and under the perfect deep blue, the treasures will find you.