Devil Eyes

the past month or so has tested my faith in ways i didn’t think were possible. it tore me apart, dragged me through every doubt i thought i’d outgrown, and spit me out on the other side. i was sent temptations, distractions, old patterns dressed up as new opportunities. i was taunted with the easy route, pulled in opposite directions, pushed to choose between the world i can see and the one i can feel. and even without a single piece of solid proof that any of it would ever materialize in the 3d, i still held my ground. that’s the funny part — the closer you get, the more the tests multiply. the traps get prettier. the detours get familiar.  and yet it becomes so obvious, that all you can do i cackle. they throw everything at you just to see if you’ll wobble. but i didn’t do all this work just to walk this part alone. i didn’t come this far to fold at the finish line. people whispering in my ear: 'give up, it's not worth your time. you're delusional. just block, delete and forget.' they sent me people and situations that fit almost perfectly into my old life — but not in the final form. versions of comfort from a past i already buried, just to see if i’d loop again. 

and then it happened exactly the way it does when something has been written into your story long before you ever catch up to it. not gentle, not gradual — it hit like a timeline slamming back into its place. the air changed before she even stepped fully into the room, like everything around me recognized her a split second before i did. it was that electric, that unmistakable. she showed up and i just knew, without thinking, without questioning. like the universe just clicked a puzzle piece into place with a sound only i could hear. it wasn’t subtle at all. it was dramatic in that way fate is dramatic — loud without making a sound, undeniable without asking for attention.  nothing else had that gravity. nothing else ever has had that gravity. nothing else matched that frequency. and hey, nothing ever will. it was cinematic in the sense that it felt scripted. i mean it IS scripted in the most whimsical divine way. 

i have 555 screenshots of 11:11. why you ask? i always say i'm a crazy, but that is not true at all. i took them, because i always wondered when do i reach to my destination. you're on right path yes, but when does it end. no pardon, when does it start. well it simultaneously ended and started on 11th of November. i wasn't surprised. i winked universe back and took matters in my own hands at 11:11 o'clock. and that is how we play ball now.