I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m not supposed to be here. That I’m being Inception-ed.
For as long as I can remember, I have felt out of place. Not weird. Well, not just weird. Other. Like I don’t believe I’m from this world. Or this time in this world. What’s the opposite of an old soul?
No skipping and definitely no backsies.
Till then I’m the slowest time traveler to ever do it. Traveling at the speed of a life. At the speed of death. An average of 78 years with modern medicines and moderate diet and exercise. Coordinates: unknown. Arrival time: death. The most futuristic I will ever be.
Every moment simultaneously the youngest I will ever be, and the oldest I’ve ever been. Feeling more, doing more, influencing more, to impact the future I was sent from. What’s the opposite of Terminator? Mission: live to death.
Clearly I’ve watched a lot of movies.
Roze Goes… TO THE FUTURE!!!
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