Wayward Thoughts — Destiny Lines

Saw a new line on my palm yesterday. More a curve, a crescent. It stood out on the fleshiest portion that represents passion. What could it mean? Sublimity. Otherworldliness. New. Moon. Dark. Night. Light.

It was fate raised to the power of n. Today, as I washed my hands, I noticed it wasn't there. It had never been there. The fist must have closed tight and a nail mark had left its imprint. I look at the ends of the nails. Destiny has never been sharper.