Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Jagged needle, wicked lies
From under the skin, pluck evil eyes.
Destiny change from pain and cold
Now that you pay in blood and soul.

We cannot prepare our fate, but we can stir it up.

They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk, letting the crowds of people flow around them like water around an island.

Control your fate or somebody else will

Most people live their lives laying prostrate before a false god, waiting for a cue to rise. There are no cues, only decisions. Shall I have dessert? Shall I have the best of the wine? Shall I love the person next to me? They can all be brought to your table. Rise, I say, rise and look within to the truth, to the light, and tell it your decision.