I should be you.
And you should be me.
I am an accident,
The usurper the rightful king finds on his throne.
Someone somewhere has stumbled into a parallel universe
Where everything’s the same but a little bit different.
An alternative timeline
Where you stumble in the dark
Trying to get back to where you belong
To feel the pull of gravity once more.
But it doesn’t work that way.
You’re not Odysseus,
And I am not the suitors.
The universe is not made of rigid rules,
And we do not live lives of undeniable fact,
Treading down a narrow ditch that has been dug for us,
Until we reach a fixed point,
Every action, thought, breath, pulling us there.
(Featured image from Foter)
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