June 2, 2009
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Oh yes.
Not necessarily.
I lurk around corners,
Unseen, and unheard.
I sit waiting for you.
You know who I am,
But what I hold…
That, dearest, is the real mystery.
You know that someday, somewhere, you may find me.
But that too my friend, is still quite unpredictable,
Is it not?
I hold the very key to whether or not you even get to meet me.
I know.
No one else does;
Just me.
I hold a secret.
The Secret.
Might you affect when or where you meet me?
You just may.
As well as others who you meet, see, or hear might affect this.
Is it not eerie,
That you may have no choice in the matter.
Whether you ever step into my presence?
Whether you see this gift that I could be holding for you?
Today’s words, actions, even feelings of all of those around you,
Get to have a say in this.
And then the next day and the next as well.
In fact, yesterday’s events had a part in this decision too.
Something that happened hundreds of miles away,
Or even just down the street that occurred recently or…
Maybe not so recently…
Perhaps to someone or because of someone,
That you don’t even know.
This may make a decision as well.
Scary, isn’t it?
The Future…
It’s almost…. Dangerous.

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