Ramblings of an Idle Brain

Fate wove its webs around me with such dexterity that everything ahead was opaque. Each time I cut down these threads with my dagger a new series are formed with the same workmanship. Future was always bleak but never weak, it always thwarted at your attempts to have a peek. Days passed off like seconds, years like hours and life like a day in the book that my soul wrote. As long as I was breathing to be alive, fate was the master and my soul, puppet. Now this day had marched towards a dead-end just like everything in this world of finite shapes which always has an end. This body turned into ashes and now the tables turnes around with my soul perching at the top of my helm trying to puppet with fate. But fate preferred to rest in my grave and so my soul wandered around searching for serenity. It was a rapacious voyager always hungry to conquer different worlds and through this it was filling the voids that life had left for me. It was infinite like the universe and bright like the stars, mortality was a nonentity in its world. This new journey has left me searching for words and it is time I bid adieu to be welcomed into my new world.