@Julsijuls 2 December 2021 more from that month

[ a prose by Julsijuls ] Probability and impossibilities We could've died in the womb, or we could've been born as birds, or a fish, or bloomed as a flower, or lived and died as a star. But, for some reason, we are born as us. We were born in the same galaxy, in the same planet, in the same life time, and lived in the same neighborhood. There are millions of people out there, billions of people to possibly not meet, but we ended up as neighbors who both love to bike. Your eyes could've been blue, your hair could've been blond, but you were born with coffee brown eyes and black soft hair. The same with mine. And it's mysterious, and magical, and amazing, how my fingers ended up carding through your locks, how my eyes gaze at yours, and how our lips touch. So many things are quite impossible, and yet here you are. And I am happy, so glad we entered the right gates out of the million other more. I'm glad you're here, and that we met. I'm so glad our fingers touch, and our hearts beat in the same time. Image from https://pin.it/4QT4w3L #original #owncontent #literature #writing #thoughts