In this crazy universe, where petrol prices soar and where people are over-keen to express their character and individuality, I believe there might just be a little flutter of special air that floats around, using it's magical powers to alter, enhance, annoy and degrade the world.

It's what makes different people arrive at the same place at the same time - it buzzes through the sky unseen by anyone or anything, plucking at the heartstrings of so many, yet irritating the hell out of others.
It carresses your oxygen, making you breathe in it's scent - you long for it to be on your side, to give you a hand, to reassure you and to make things okay again.

It's what plants thoughts into your mind; making you wonder about that person, and question your entire outlook on life.
It reunites you with friends, joins people together, pulls people apart, and dictates life depending on 'what is meant to be.' It can be nasty, hurt, make you sad and break your heart - but it does, and always will, try to sort you out.

No matter how much it has killed you inside, it still continues to flutter around you - dancing in your shadows, drawing the perfect pathways in and trying to repel the roads you're not supposed to go down. It lets you make your own decisions, in the hope you get it right... and when you sometimes get it wrong, it's there, as a back up, slowly revealing it's plan for you.

And in the end, it's always right. Things always work out, you love the people you're meant to and eventually, although it may take it's time, your life is meant to be the way it is.