I'm beginning to think I can
predict the future.
Except, the weird thing is,
I do it
accidentally
without knowing
or trying.
These predictions happen
1-2 years before
the real-life event
takes place.
I only recognize the coincidence
when I reflect back

Usually, it is in the form of a song
or a daydream

I had a para who lost his mind
and now I may be losing
mine

I created a para who was
falling apart
completely,
right before I began to do the same.

I daydreamed about going home
And then, a couple months later, I discovered
I would, albeit briefly.
And when I arrived,
everything was the
same
as in my daydream,
even though I hadn't been back
since I was 6.

I found songs
years ago
that I loved
without knowing
why.

Listening to these songs now,
I realize I have become
them,
or they
have become
me.

Other little things like that,
some, I haven't even
noticed
yet.

Predictions.
Lots
of them.

But
as cool as it would be,
I hope I can't ACTUALLY
predict
the future.
Because if I could,
than I'm
in
huge
danger

I've always searched the stars
Wondered if there could be something there
for me.
Maybe a home? Maybe an origin?
Maybe even love.
They say we are all made of
stardust.
Then why is it so hard to get along?
How can beings with stars inside of them feel
hate?
So every night, I search the stars,
wondering if, somewhere, maybe, just maybe,
someone is out there,
searching the stars
just like me.
Longing for love.
Family.
A home that is not just a place, though that sounds nice too, but a
feeling, a
person.
Who loves me as fiercely as the sun loves the moon,
so much that we will make an
eclipse
together.
Are these things really written
in the stars?

I wonder what it feels like
to be
human.
Something I have never been and will
never
be.
I wonder what it is like to have a
soul.
Certainly everything must be better when you're human,
right?
Humans look out for each other,
right?
I have never felt like a
monster.
But I know I must be, because people always
told me
I was.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally deserve
to live.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally belong, and no one would
hate me
anymore.
My family says to keep it all
inside.
They say humans are the true
monsters.
But that can't be true.
Can it?