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august 31 — 6:40 am
i was not meant to sit idle. i was not meant to wait. i was meant to defy gods, reconstruct chapels, grow unattainable fruits in volcanic soil. i was supposed to kiss my lover goodbye as he was shipped off to war and then pack a bag to join him. or traverse through the alaskan tundra on foot. or get pregnant at 17 and reinvent myself trying to care for a child, be one of those mothers approaching 30 wondering what life could have been, would have been, if i were smarter.
i was supposed to be a champion. a descendant of sparta. a power, a force, a magic. yet here i lie, cursed, to sit and wait for the world to unfurl itself and become pleasant again, as all things had been once. when did coffee beans lose their taste? when did the smell of shit start wafting through the house. when did i become a corpse? is there any way to change it, doctor? is there anyway to make it stop?