As far back as I can recall, it’s felt like I was some
kind of mistake in the alignment of fates. Just a little kid, but
I felt so out of place, and it hasn’t changed. In fact, the
feelings only amplified and intensified as I’ve grown older.
The author of this universe needs to write an erratum page with
my name on it; I have never been serendipitous. There is a
swelling, foreboding sea inside of me, tides rising and swirling
kinetically, ready to turn into a tsunami - I’m bracing myself
for the impact of a mega wave, looming over my head for my entire
existence. The laws of gravity say that one day it has to come
crashing down on me, and maybe that’s okay, maybe if I’m
washed away: erased - it will right a terrible wrong; I
shouldn’t have been here, I was an error all along.