Mud Vein

by Tarryn Fisher

You’ll feel me in the fall backwards.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change. I hate change.

“The life you choose to live is the essence of who you arrre.”

That’s what it’s like to be a prisoner of anything. You want your freedom until you get it, then you feel bare without your chains.

“What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?” “One is a choice, and one is not.”

“There is a string that connects us that is not visible to the eye,” he said. “Maybe every person has more than one soul they are connected to, and all over the world there are these invisible strings.”

“Maybe the chances that you’ll find each and every one of your soulmates is slim. But sometimes you’re lucky enough to stumble across one. And you feel a tug. And it’s not so much a choice to love them through their flaws and through your differences, but rather you love them without even trying. You love their flaws.”

Love comes slow, but God does it go fast.

Love sticks, and it stays and it braves the bullshit.

“The truth is for the mind,” he says. “Lies are for the heart. So let’s just keep lying.”

there is an invisible thread that connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. As the drugs dull me, I can feel that cord.

If God decided to never let anything bad happen to people, he would have to take away their free will. He would become the dictator and they would be his puppets.”

“Charm is clothed in narcissism, you know that?

I did not choose you, and you did not choose me. Something else chose for us.