Alyson

I’m waiting for an entity to engulf me so I can escape this bubble of a world, but still have that excuse: “That dang entity! Swallowing me without my permission!” I’m thinking of ways to quit rather than keep going. Which is hard, because I have always had this feeling that there is a destiny that I am supposed to be fulfilling, but falling short of.

In Greek mythology, there is one story in which a father hears that in the future, his son will murder him and marry his own mother, in his place. In order to escape this fate, he abandons his son. In an unfortunate series of events, it is this abandonment and supposed prevention of the prophecy that leads the son to eventually kill his father and marry his mother. Shucks.

It’s what is known as a self-fulfilling prophecy, and I am sick with the fear that I am becoming one.

As the world turns, mine spins. Am I doing the right things?

My room is symbolic of my mind: The door is open and there is light, but I hear something that only I can, and it’s so loud I’m scared to get up. How cute everything is, stationary. Except me. ♦