Fate

Fate.

The struggle is not to loathe death, nor see a villian at eye, it's the concept of living,  I don't know why! Why? We live extraordinary lives and saver breath,  and still it's the shear simplicity of death, it is knowingly once, all is said, and all is done, but simply inevitable as one.

Yet here we are wrekless to see, the primitive value of time on the line,
For death to you is also promised,  as it is , also mine. Sometimes I wish to loathe it like an enemy,  other days invite such a peace, but granted that I'm here for now,  thank the heavens my heart won't cease. 

For life in just a singular motion has many working parts that move, as to death that reconcile,  has no where and none to prove.  So love a little harder, be mindful of this to date, for many have been strictly taken, by hands unseen, but known by fate.

Nardine Sanderson 2024©️