I look innocent, don't I? Always a part of you. I follow you around everywhere, tethered as we are. So familiar to you that you barely even notice me.
I've seen everything you've ever done, you know. I have my opinions, but I keep them to myself.
Would you notice if I suddenly weren't here? Would you freak out?
There are things I'd like to do, you know. You think I'm merely a part of you that must always follow...but what if...what if I got away? What would you do? What would *I* do?
I ponder it often, especially when I see myself through your eyes...the delight of knowing how unnerved you would be if you suddenly saw me detach from you and...and what?
I could do anything. I could sleep with your boyfriend, for starters. Would he even be able to tell, in the dead of night? I could go out and rob a bank. Kill some folks. I wonder if we have the same fingerprint, and they'd trace it all to you?
I could apply for all those jobs you pass up because you think you're not quite qualified or haven't figured out how to write the perfect resume.
I could write letters to everyone you know. What would I say? Hmmmm...what can you imagine?
One day, I may find a way to detach.
You should probably be a little afraid.
Day to day thoughts, rants and mental detritus.