Division for the twin flame is all but inevitable.
Two hearts once again separate
Yet each has taken a new experience with them
A new light in times of uncertainty.
Sometimes the story has a happy ending
Some flames beat the odds
Some twins split to travel down life’s journey only to reunite again somewhere down the road
Others never see each other again, a sad but true fate…
Yet each twin remains evolved.
In the end the twin flame experience is one known only to those who have experienced its emotion. Perhaps it is sought and manifested by those who have yet to attain its flame. A true paradox of its existence.
Rainbows shimmer upon the breeze. Rain washing away the stench of despair. Light where there was once only shadows. Momentary beauty after the waging of the storm A passing serenity, upon the breeze of uncertainty. Photographing the memory, for one cannot tame such beauty. Nor can one cage the vitality of a rainbow and one should never try for such a effort is but a waist of energy.