Dear future me,
I wanted to be the sky.Noah would've been my horizon separating me from reality.The clouds,my protective veil and yet the harbinger of storm itself.Pinks and blues during the days and fading into dark nothingness as the night comes.Me, the canvas and Noah the celestial shield of the stars. I wanted to be to Sky and hold on to my stars even after the night ends.
I wanted to be the sea.And Noah would've been the shore.No matter how far I would go,these shores would always call me back home.I can only go far but never away.You,my dear would one day cup your hands and let me soothe your velvet skin with all the bits of memories and warmth that i hide under my tempestuous waves.You and I would chase the sun till the very end .Little did you know even stars drown in the sea at night.
I wanted to be the Earth itself.Every inch of my skin providing home and warmth to Noah,the tired traveller.Leaves and roots will grow all over me and for once I would be regarded as beautiful,not an image to be cringed at in the mirror.Roots and roots of memories would pierce right through me and Noah,you and I would be one.
I am now a vessel filled with verses of broken dreams and fantasies.Noah,your hands cupped me with tenderness and slipped me inside this vessel thinking of this as a safe home for me.My own reflection follows me in every direction.My dreams take turns to haunt me.And you,you left the vessel in the highest shelf to keep me safe from the jerk of the wind.Oh but I am so afraid of heights.Of falling into the unknown with my head towards the ground.Of you slowly sweeping off the broken pieces of me. The walls had been the barrier between you and me.I can't see your eyes as clearly as i did beneath the starry night.My hands are now all bloody after trying to crack the glass.My vision of you is now a fuzzy recollection.
Noah ,you didn't even make a hole up at the top.I am trying to climb up but slowly losing all of the sand In the hour glass.My breaths are heavy and painful.
I am dying.Come and find me.
Love,
Lydia
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Letters to Future me
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