kis•met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized

1. fate.

16.2.12

why don't we go somewhere only we know?



There was something beautiful about the way the cars drove around the curve. In perfect synchronicity and one fluid motion, they moved. Moved like the waves crashing onto the beach - persistently moving forward, only to be pulled back from that motion by some force greater than themselves. Repeat...repeat...

2 comments:

  1. I found your blog again! With all the switches (yours and mine) I had lost track of the latest link. I love reading your writing and I miss having you in Utah.

    Also, your writing is as beautiful and poignant as ever.

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  2. I thought this was going to be another song. I love that song.

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