Sometimes

If I told you I was kind of psychic you might believe me, if you believe at all in psychics and since I would

say “kinda” psychic then you would feel even more ok about just saying ok, I believe that you’re kinda

psychic, not that you would say that aloud, but that is probably what you would think. But if I were to

tell you that sometimes random thoughts I have, random wishes, not like “I wish I had a million dollars”

wishes, but more random, like “I hope that the mail comes before 3:00 p.m.” or “I wish I would hear

that new song on the radio,” sometimes wishes like that happen, sometimes they come true and even

though they are most likely coincidences, I’m sure they are coincidences, even then, I’m a little weirded

out that I had the thought and then it happened, you know? And what if I told you this: what if I told

you that sometimes I’m afraid that I have too much of this power, of this awful kind of magic, and what

would you say if I told you that sometimes things have happened that I wished for, that I thought of

first, that I can’t even tell you about they are so awful and I thought “I wish” and I shouldn’t have had

the thought, awful thoughts, and then, the things happened, bad things