SERENDIPITY

"Love is not a series of meaningless accident. When things are bound to happen, they will. Your not an accident and I was meant to know YOU."

Here I go again gazing at a blank wall, uncontrollable sense of belonging; contemplating on an oblique fore-shadowing of thoughts.  Am I bound to live on fantasy and illusion of fragment time? Or simply given the perspective that I was meant to be abound? Shall I climb the highest pick of the rainbow to see the path of gold? Or shall I dig deep to reach the quartzes of the earth? If there is such a definition then show me the sense of such word, enlighten me with delight that I may find contentment beyond what I’m about to prosper.  

We cling further than what is perceivable by logic and hope love will find its ways with aspirations of mystical moment that it will prevail itself what is conceivable by sight. Love is neither about the right person nor the right place and the right time, it is when fate finds its way out of a million circumstances. Perfectly crafted, seamlessly created suited for its purpose.

Serendipity will surely find its way for those who wait.