Parallels

We thought we could survive under the blood red sun

Despite these parallels carved into our destinies.

How foolish were we

To think that our own destinies could be changed?

Or is that that we were simply

To afraid to recognize the choices we had to make?

Being the parallels that we are, we push away

When what we really want to do is to embrace

Or do we?

I sometimes feel as if we are only creating the illusion

Of this friendship because we are both isolated and introverted

Or is that what the definition of friendship is?

We can’t even move now,

That’s how much this apprehension and fear grips our hearts

But we like it; because problems are taken out of hands

And into the hands of destiny.

Or did we just create destiny too?

To fit our ideals and wants

To make us parallel or intersecting

To allow us to feel free and indecisive

To make us human.