People are in a constant pace to look for a sign, any sign. And when its given to you and you defy the answer, you call it a coincidence.
There are no coincidences in life. Fate? Probably. Maybe.
We gasp for air and mere sanity. In hopes that we will not be driven by insanity of thoughts and fears. Moon, stars, clouds, sky. Out of breathe, barely breathing. Why do we immerse, soak and drown ourselves with meaningless thoughts that are might be created by a speck of dust? Created by a bunch of nothingness?
Nevertheless, we hope. We can only hope. Hope that indeed our thoughts might metamorphose into reality that we live in today.
One can dream and hope.
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