Fading Waves

Fate, you pull the strings, create ripples in waves, and unleash cascading effects that breed uncertainty. You control timeless currents and the converging actions that alter our path. What are your plans, Fate?

This timing of yours is no mere coincidence. The relentless march of events, it’s devouring the burning ember—choking out the burning flames. Why do you weave these threads, Fate?

Once, my wishes were simple, almost childlike. Yet my deepest desires remain forever out of reach, slipping away—as if destined to elude me. That one need that I cannot get rid of. The one need that I can’t win. The one need that won’t go away. No matter how hard I try. What is this game you are playing upon me?

So, then—tell me. What am I supposed to do in this unforgiving battle? I already feel beaten and worn down. Where is my breaking point? How much of this can I endure? When does it become too much? I do not know. Instead, I keep trying, keep believing that one day…

A day will arrive when… The strings that push you so far in this battle will snap. The strings that hold back that desire will break. One day—it will all be yours. Tell me your plans, Fate.

Will it be too late then? Will you savor what you missed, pretending as if it were meant to be? I don’t believe so. I do not believe so. Is it worth to endure all of this now, if your beliefs are to be true?

A glimpse that never came to be. High hopes—shot down, leaving only the aching void of an empty well. Hollow it out until nothing remains. Hollowed where the screams can’t reach the exit. Hollowed where the tears fall endlessly into the void. But it was a hope—a hope, a dream, a want, a need. But it was a hope—that never came to be. Now shed your tears in to the hollow well, in hopes that it reaches someplace. Now let your voice out—scream—maybe Fate will hear you this one time.

It’s okay. You’ll get over it, right? Lock it deep down. Bury it. You’ll get over it. Just like everything else. Put that mask back on. Glue back the shattered pieces and hide your face. That’s all you can do. That’s all you are good at. Add another layer to the labyrinth, lock another door, and mute yourself. Trust me, you will forget with time. Keep it cold and buried within the depths of your heart.

Drift into slumber and let it be. Let Fate dictate it all. Let it control the strings of fate with the roll of the dice. It’s the Devil’s trick for making us believe we can alter a path already set. Regardless, that’s all that we are given, all that we can hold on to.