Dear Future Self,
I have been dying to tell you,
I admire where you are
I’m dying to get there.
I’m ready to start applying pressure, slowly ready.
I’m feeling sad. I’m also tired. I can do it…
..but I’m really tired. I’m ready and focused — sometimes.
I have a box of memories. Do they hold me back?
I’m longing for more, deeper. Human connection. Protection.
It never works out the way I want. I complain too much.
Teach me how to become you. I’m dying to be better.
I mean, I am better than before. So I guess I’m progressing.
I’m doing my best to follow in your footsteps.
I’m speeding. I feel like I’m trying to beat a clock. Racing against time.
I’m in a hurry, I don’t want to be late.
I want everything at one time. I just want a perfect life.
But perfect doesn't exist for me. I see it for everyone else though.
My emotions are soft as cotton. My feelings change too much.
Who is going to love me? Correctly.
Am I too much for love? I envy those who’ve found it.
