It's completely incomprehensible, wriggling in the back of your mind, controlling your desires, your actions, your memories. Deja vu. It's rare that I feel an overwhelmingly powerful sense of it but today, while walking home from work, I could not escape this feeling.
I relaxed, riding a sense of ease when suddenly I felt a need to do something. I knew not what but I knew there was something. Something I was supposed to be doing. Being unable to do what I knew I must, I felt a clutching at my heart. Was it deja vu, fate? Was there something I was supposed to be doing at that exact moment that would decide the rest of my life?
Whatever fateful event was meant to take place on 10th st, a street a walk twice a day every day, didn't because I never remembered/realized what I was meant to do.
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