Differing paths

Our paths, destinies are forever differing and varying with every miniscule thing we do.
Eventually it culminates in either the immense animosity of breaking off into sorrow or intertwined destiny for once again a prolonged period.

The despondence over the fact that it is inevitable and that we have to accept it as if coerced has gradually consumed my soul, likewise an abundant mass of arable land denuded by a vicious, vehement sandstorm.
Perhaps i'm just being melodramatic but hearken, on that day you'll be bombarded by the copious concoction of sorrow, despair as well as lightning streaks of reminiscence, all flooding, inundating your feeble brain, leaving you agape with eyes widen with intensity, like as if a gale wrenched your soul.