| I’m no longer jealous of anyone who has a choreographed knife fight with their friends. I was born exactly 10,000 years ago, down to the millisecond. I can’t help who I am unless I get to choose who I’m reincarnated as. I would choose to be a mirage. Or a prophet whose mind is still sleeping. I just woke up from sleepwalking, in the midst of an action sequence. Now it’s one second later. I walk into a different room that looks exactly the same. I tell myself “Don’t worry. These sad days will still be here tomorrow.” Tonight, we will make thousands of babies. We will reach for the dawn and pull at the sky. |