The conversation.

Destiny pulling at my soul as if it were chained to a falling boulder aimed at a sea of hope and promise.

I trust the universe to do as it sees fit.

I wish it was that simple, but its beyond our control.. we are now caught in the current of destiny.

Swift and with the strength of 10 thousand waterfalls we can not fight it.

It's like being caught in the undertow of an unforgiving sea, being swept out into a violent ocean. But with the promise of drifting towards an island paradise.

There is no fighting it and I fear drowning.

But knowing paradise awaits through the rough cold sea keeps me fighting for another breath.

My heart, does it bother you?