Since I was little, I’ve always kept an eye out for coincidences.
Things lining up in strange ways. Pieces fitting together like
One of those expensive puzzles in my head.
I’ve gotten good at pattern recognition, but I like to tell people it’s intuition;
That I have some kind of magic power to tell the future.
My sister thinks it’s funny. My mom does not.
When what was always supposed to happen finally does;
when the mouth of the snake meets the tail,
I like to be able to say I predicted it. To say
I knew this was going to happen. You can’t surprise me.
Ouroboros. Infinity. A constant cycle of waiting and waiting for another sign of alignment.
I look for angel numbers in every clock, every price, every score, and
I can never remember off the top of my head what any of them mean,
So my google search history is just sequences of numbers in threes.
Perhaps I convince myself I believe in fate and angels
So I can trust in the decisions I have made so far.
Perhaps I search for assurance.
Proof of some sort of higher Meaning.
Perhaps, subconsciously, I hope that there is a plan.
That I could know I would find true love someday
Because my coffee cost $4.44 this morning (with tax).
-by Chloe Hemsoth, junior
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