You asked me if something was going to happen to me after I said something weird. I didn't reply. I didn't open your chat and I went to bed. Why?
I didn't have an answer. I could tell you if an accident would happen to me. I didn't know if I would make a mistake that would prove fatal. I don't know if something would come out of no where and poof me from existence.
I didn't know if I would wake up when I turned over in my bed. Maybe a heart attack? A lightning bolt would strike my window and hit me? A car would ram into my wall where my bed is leaned against maybe. Maybe I would get caught up in a blanket an kill me. I don't know man. I don't know if something would happen to me.
Not by my own hands, no never.
But I can't help but wonder if my thoughts wont call my bluff one day.
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Of Things Unsaid
PoesíaText messages that were never sent, stories never written, and things that never saw the light of day. An abstract short story and poetry collection that take both true events and fictional ones into one book. Book by Addison Snow.
