we mark x on the same map,
on the same earth,
we occupy different spots –
our niche, we dominate –
we fall to predators,
chase after prey,
our own islands,
we drift by ourselves,
individuals with different tastes
and personalities and looks,
yet the bonds of fate,
cruel red strings,
tie us together,
linked in the same ocean,
the empty expanse of land
less lonely,
where predator meets prey
and migrates
and one heart becomes two.

inspiration came from the Script’s “No Man is an Island”

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