- pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
- The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
- The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
- An instance of making such a discovery.
The moments are so fleeting. We have expectations of something wonderful and yet the fear is there to keep our hearts in check. What is yet to come from this insanity which burns like a fever in a vast desert? This never ending labyrinth has been predestined to be solved. There is always an answer to the impossible list of questions that are the bricks of the maze. Can the touch of someone’s lips be so seductive? Can there be a joining of two souls who have yet to find themselves? This goes against everything we know to be truth, until those theories are proven fact. Just the thought of how warm their touch feels makes me want to skip ahead and see how the story ends. The very idea of how moist and wet the future could possibly be sends a chill down my back and stirs the blood coursing through my veins. How amazing that so many twists and turns in life have brought two people together. For what, you ask? That remains to be seen, but the possibilities have crossed their minds and ripped open their chests until their very hearts lay throbbing on the ground underfoot. The mind may step in to offer a few remarks in an attempt to rationalize the situation, but there is no chance of success. The moments have passed, but the tender skin on the nape of the neck still tingles. Fingers caress those trembling lips as a sigh of pleasure lazily drifts across the sheets. Only confusion exists for now, until the pages reveal themselves under a softer, less poignant light. The days will pass. The clock will keep on ticking until a melody rings out so terribly deafening. Twilight comes upon us with an unsuspecting darkness, and that same fear returns to boil away the tears we may have shed before. We must only acknowledge that life exists to be lived, and the story will write itself. The book is open, the path lies ahead, and serendipity awaits.
March 14th 2007