Dear Reader

Isn't it funny how you,

Reading this now,

Is at a different stage

Than the person before and the person after you?

 

Not just by age

But life in general.

A different experience,

A different time,

A different life.

 

Some of you may be

Reading this

Through bleary eyes

Trying to block out

The pains of today.

 

I'm sorry for reminding you.

 

Some of you may just

Want to kill time

Or just be curious.

I don't know about you

 

But I don't know what will next come out of my mouth.

 

I never think,

Just write.

The pen consumes me in a way.

 

It's strange.

 

And yet I think

Of all of you,

How I will never know your stories

And you,

Will never know mine.

 

Sure we can collect

Fragments and pieces

From the tales we tell

But the puzzle will never be

Complete.

 

I wonder how many of you

In just today

Have had your dreams come true,

Or shattered,

Or are still finding them.

 

Do you know your dreams, hopes and goals?

Would you share them with me if I asked you to?

 

I wonder what your

Futures hold?

Are they sweet

Or tinged with sorrow?

I wish I knew

 

And then I could tell you.

I swear I would.

But really...

 

Would you want to know?

 

....

 

I wouldn't.