dear future me,
i'm sorry for passing
you the burdens that
the past you could no
longer cope.
right now,
i'm just tired...
my eyes are sore,
my throat is aching
and
my body is beat up.
i want to cry so badly.
i know you're going
to hate me for leading
you to a miserable life.
but i want you to know
that even i slowly become
a living corpse,
i still continue to pave a
better path for us to go.
if i could change our fate
even just a little,
that would be the greatest
fulfillment for me,
even as the luster of my
eyes slowly die.
as long as i know that
the 'me' of tomorrow
can face the obstacles
of time with courage
and life on her eyes,
i can finally kiss this
current self a goodbye.
—fomalhaut, 043021
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Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Poésieour mind is like the winter. cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent. our heart is like the summer. warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant. they are polar opposites. however, when we write, those two are fused. the heart be the faucet o...
