Be I Psychic? Be I Wise? | 11.5.20
Be I Psychic? Be I Wise? | 11.5.20
When buried in sadness, lost and floating in melancholy and sorrow that if you’re alone, you’ll stay alone, we lose our vision, we lose sight of all the universe throws at us that shows us the truth. When I was at my lowest, when I was lonely beyond measure, I remember looking forward and seeing myself in some far off place with her standing beside me, I remember seeing it as clear as a fresh memory, and I remember wondering where it came from. I believed it, and that belief carried me through the hardest months and years of my life. I believed it, and then it came true. I knew this would come.
Did I stare through years
to see you stand beside me?
I knew this would come.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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This is so beautiful. I may be a hopeless romantic, but I absolutely believe in things like this - visions, fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it.