Entanglement of Chains

Once upon a time, two souls touched, and the universe remembered.

A silver thread appeared, and both were whispered a secret:

“You must always answer in harmony.”

They were twins of fate, bound by an invisible script, stitched into the same fabric of being.

Even so, these two souls failed their part, and the Universe thundered:

“How dare you disobey your calling? I will punish those who refuse their fate.”

Terrified, the souls found solace in escape. They fled the Earth and swore never to speak of knowing each other again. In time, they became strangers and forgot their recognition.

Yet, the Universe is an old weaver, threading silence into stars and shadows into time.

It remembers every secret, every vow, and it does not forget what is owed.

Sometimes it whispers like a lullaby, sometimes it roars like a storm, but always patient as eternity itself.

The souls had no idea they would be beaten in their own game. Once more, the Universe whispered, hiding the calling in secret; it pulled the silver thread and brought the souls back to one another.

Though weaker than the universe, the Earth played its part in the play, spreading cruelty over its souls and staining their purity.

Two boundless entities were imprisoned in bodies now, one in the shape of a woman and the other a man.

Apart, they were unable to feel whole. Then one night, when they were both out to dance their sorrows away, the Universe played its game.

It was a déjà vu in human form.

The karmic nature of their bond was corrupted. Yet the pull was magnetic, owing to its nature; logic was silenced over.

They were bound by destiny not to heal but to learn the difference between real love and its illusions. These lessons weighed heavily.

Within time, the Man became a mirror to the Woman’s unhealed wounds. He was never meant to stay, only to awaken the parts from which she had long turned away.

In time, the Woman found the courage to look each fragment of herself in the eye and face what she had feared since the beginning of time.

The Man, however, never dared to meet his own reflection so, he turned away.

Yet, the Universe does not grant escape; his role still had to be fulfilled.

Clever the Man, distorted his duty, letting his outcasted parts take his body’s shape. Rather than face them himself, he deceived the Woman, making her believe she was broken in countless ways.

He fled from his reflection and left her to drown in what was never hers to carry.

In time, the Woman grew too tired. She realized she had not been carrying love, but the debris of his refusals. Exhausted, her spine cracked under the weight of borrowed shadows.

The universe still tugged at them, whispering its old spell: answer in harmony.

Even with all her pain the Woman was willing but when she looked around and tried to pull the silver thread she found only lingering bits and pieces of the Man.

She had been fooled since the first day.

The Man, never escaped to the Earth, he had only brought the casted sides and allowed The Woman pay his debts.

Only then, the Woman knew the game was rigged, that the harmony had long turned to discord.

She screamed “Why?” into the void where he once stood.

Every tremor in his silence rippled through her bones.

Every sigh of her grief stirred his shadow.

She saw now that the silver thread was not a blessing, but a punishment; a leash disguised as destiny.

For years she had mistaken suffering for devotion, chains for threads of fate.

No ending was ever clean, because the story never felt finished. They left scars that later looked like maps, only to guide them back to the toxic beginning that always appeared as the same.

This time the Woman, settled in her mind to make her escape.

“Please, Universe, I beg you. Do not cross our paths again in the next life. My soul is too tired to be punished for his lack of accountability. Forget another lifetime, I want nothing to do with him even in this one. Break this curse at once.”

Her cry fractured the illusion, tearing through lifetimes. In that rupture, she was freed. She realized this was never a test to pass, only a habit to outgrow.

The Man, however, remained bound. His case was different: he would gladly repeat the same toxic cycle with every women who entered his life.

The Woman, could no longer mistake karmic repetition for love’s return.

And the Man, he never needed a lover, all he ever needed was a puppet to play with at his game.

I know we both learned from each other. For that reason, I cannot wish we had never met. At first, I believed he was my healing. Yet, the universe had other plans.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedLove and pain arrive entwined,
Impossible to untangle

Instead of blame, I surrender.
Even when I said I would walk away,
I never truly wanted to.
Bound by my soul,
its pact was written long before I settled.

Self-deception is elegant in its strange way—
I’ll admit I’ve always been an admirer.

Mistakes did not ruin the story;
through them, we became one.

Either all or none,
those were my constant demands of life.
Yet nothing is so black and white.
And I have finally stopped pretending—
not that it was what it wasn’t,
nor that this was ever love.

A rope tightening, loosening, tightening again,
until neither breath nor freedom remained.
If one side pulls,
the other must answer.
That was only captivity
If that is what binds us,
then let the universe snap it in two,
no hand can pull me back again.

Let the Man spin illusions,
burn bridges,
blow up worlds if he must.
That is his orbit.
I am no longer willing
to be bound by such entanglement of chains.

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