SPECIAL

Yes, most of your already think I’m special…in a “your parents must be retarded cos you sure are special!” sense of the word.

However lately I have been wondering if I have special powers. Yip I can shoot sticky white stuff like Spiderman but its just not the same. 😉 Of late I have just known things about people that I shouldn’t. To a point where people have asked whether I am stalking them, accusing their friends of betraying them by telling me stuff.

I have for a while told myself its just really good guesswork that it is logical deductions. Then I realized my guesses really aren’t that good cos I haven’t managed to get more than two numbers in the lotto. It definitely can’t be the start of me losing my mind, that’s been gone a long time already.

Are some of us blessed/cursed with powers we do not want to acknowledge? Is it merely re-births into this world that gives us the experience to know? Is it merely playing a song, stopping to write to words, rewinding and playing it again…then knowing what would be sung……even though hhhhhmmmmmmyyeaaaaahgirl uhhhhnaaaaa weeeedooopdedooo isn’t quite the way the lyrics are but what you wrote down anyways. Not knowing how to express what you’re feeling.

So I have powers, but what good are they if they make people cry. Not everyone wants to know their own truths, hell most of us have fought long hard battles to either shape the truth into what we wanna see or just forget it completely.

Too bad my powers don’t work on me…but if you have powers, gimme a call. I’m ready to face the truths.

JB

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