a ritual

like warm snow that melts in your hands like cotton candy on your lips, your heart once took the same route. i talk too much of pre destined fate and cause and effect relations but all logic, all explanations become meaningless in the name of a heart that breathes in the same rhythm as yours. i had heard being grateful blesses you with more in life. maybe thats why people turn to prayers and carry hope despite life like little remnants of their past selves, past beliefs. on days like these, your name melts on my mouth the same way, wrapped inside a prayer, a ritual, hoping it would last, just like all the past hopes do.