Letters

Dear old Future

I guess it wasn't what I thought it be. How quickly you had changed. So quick to jump over me. Allow me to take all blame. How quick you envisioned, a life I didn't exist. How wonderful the feeling of the lifting of your shit. Blissful new light, a bright new far ahead. A new road I dug myself. To which your gardens dead. I wish you fair well. I hope the rain wets your petals and you plant your roots. I wont be here for forever and tomorrow. Im gone this time too