I hate that astrologer who predicted the cause of my death, on the day of my birth. It will be an unusual, mysterious death, maybe by drowning — where somebody tries to kill me for an inheritance.
I spent a lot of time on beaches, but never learnt swimming. I want money, but am weary of inheritances. I don’t know to whom should I will my meagre possessions, when I die.
destiny
ímagined torture
life sinks
when it could have moved
with no predictions
There are those dark nights, where I wake up in cold sweat. It is usually a nightmare of betrayal by a person I trust. Betrayals have occurred, maybe because my subconscious draws negative energy.
liberty
is a wild dream
the future
moving towards me
unscathed, unafraid
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Even predictions end up being mysteries…(K)
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You are right.
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I wonder if it’s better not to have your fortunes told. At least we may think we can do our own destiny.
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In this case, yes. But we yearn for positive forecasts, and think that we can be prepared for the negative.
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Well described ominous feeling in the last three lines with the future unafraid in spite of the astrological prediction.
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It is wishful thinking. Thanks, Frank!
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The post, in its entirety, sets a mood that is eerie and perfect for the haunting words you have written. You, my friend, are an artist!
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Thank you so much, Jilly!
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