Friday, August 12, 2011
What's that you have?
What is that? What's that you have in your hand? I think that's mine. I'm pretty sure it is. I've seen it once or twice before. I'll have it in my possession for a while and I get to hold it then, but it slips out of my hands, between my fingers, dripping onto the floor. It spreads like water that has it's own mind. Traveling every which way. And then it finds it's mark. Slowly, well, perhaps not so slowly now that I think of it, maybe just a bit too fast as a matter of fact, it races towards its mark. Up the target's leg, beneath his pants, then up and over the waste band and right into his pocket. You'd think the target would feel my possession slithering up his leg and creeping into his pocket. But it seems that my possession is quite sneaky, with the ability to hide in the pockets of others for quite sometime, tucked away discreetly, with the expertise of a ninja, without ever being discovered by the target. I seem to be the only one who knows of my possession's intentions. I know what the out come of it's escape is, but I am helpless to stop it. I said it has a mind of it's own. But I see you have it now in your hand. You didn't know it was there did you? When you saw it, did you know what it was or where it belonged? I didn't think so. I'm here now, you can give it back. I can see that my possession is of no interest to you. Just give it back now, it's mine.
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Well written friend.
ReplyDeleteAgreed :)
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