I Lost My Body

If I could go back in time, I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates the way I believe the stars in the night sky guide us to a predetermined destiny. Poorly illuminated by the moon, leaving you to seek yourself intentionally. Well, I’ve learned you can throw away fate when you make an extremist choice, deviating against that destiny. Like salmon in the springtime, we kill ourselves only to respawn, and reinvent new regret in search of things we think we need but already possess. Now, I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed, but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes, and have come to the conclusion that only children believe in soulmates. At least I did when I was a kid. Now I know for certain, love only exists when it’s convenient, and the stars, more often than not, pick favorites.