The Tragedy Of Meeting Your Soulmate
It isn't what it seems
an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe.
When you meet your soulmate everything dies
a catastrophe for your past lives, the timelines that vibrate like a paragraph with no periods, aimless like a motorist with no destination everything dies.
When you meet your soulmate, distress sits in the corner of every mind that tried to tell you it was impossible, it sits at the perforated page of their spell books of failed hexes.
When you meet your soulmate the earth shakes, the tides swell, the atmosphere turns into a tunnel, the earth is just trying to destroy so it can create. A destruction of who you thought you were into someone that you need to be. A sought after adventure that falls closer to your feet like the treetops ripped from their roots.
When you meet your soulmate, everything dies. Death, a gateway to more life, the ending of a cycle, the clearing of a physical shell that held back the orchestra of our auras. The fear of falling into the unknown becomes comforting. It becomes an adventure in the sea of adoration.
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