thelastasthmatic

destiny.

how do you know what you are destined for? do you chalk where you end up to destiny? do you know or even have a feeling what you are destined for?

what would you do if you didnt like what you are destined for? you didnt ask for it. you dont want to believe it. you have an angry feeling in the pit of your stomach-your body rebeling against what it knows is coming.

i have often felt i am destined for greatness, and that i will always be alone.

who i am propels me forward,unyeilding too often at signs impending. the hopeless romantic standing alone,gazing at the setting sun with dreams of tomorrows that will never come with a jaw set with determination:the world will not stop me,the world will not stop for me. so many times i fall,so many times i cling with every ounce of strength in a few fingers pulling against the weight i alone have put on my shoulders.

so many in this world have stood beside me,behind me. many have watched me walk into that setting sun. many have gripped me tightly in desperation and fear:for me, for the absence of me. few have smiled at my retreating figure,as their momentum takes them in another direction less parallel to mine. the smiles warm my heart, and the clinging hands toughen my skin.

all this towards the ever setting sun,the ever elusive goal. i find myself in the pendulum of alone,afterimages of those who touched me fading with the light from that which i chase...

i do not loathe my destiny nor do i choose it. i only walk forward without fear...