either god or the universe keeps sending me
signs. perhaps it’s both. throughout life, when i’m left seeking for closure,
something always pops up to remind me where my heart is at. maybe not in a
romantic sense, but in a destined sense. right now it keeps happening. it’s
almost as if i get a taste of something just for god to send me back to the
kitchen to retrieve more ingredients. eventually i’ll put something together,
and i think i will, but i’m hopeful eventually means in the near future.
it’s like my spirit has been starving for so long.
-ratha, 5:32pm, 12.7.21