I wrote a letter to my future self. Then, I burned it. The ash flew in the air carried by the wind. I could still see my words on the burned paper, frail and ephemeral. A gust of wind was everything it took to make them all vanish forever. I lit up a cigarette and continued to look at the ashes spreading in the air.
When I look into the mirror of my soul, I find crumbles of dead skin. They date since that one time when I lay on the beach and scratched the sand with my strange ideas, trying to leave desperate messages for future generations. If only they would understand. Then all of a sudden, I saw my whale friend Willie docking on the purple sand next to me.
Hey Willie, oh my good old friend, how are you?
I have been surfing the waves all day, the beautiful waves today, have you seen them?
Oh my, Willie. I'm sad; today I wrote a letter to my future self and then I burned it, and oh so beautiful a letter was. I have put in it all my hopes and dreams, and now, I have begun to forget it!
Don't worry, I will always be your friend, and nobody can take your beauty from you, the future will come, and you will not remember. Be well.
When I look into the mirror of my soul, I find crumbles of dead skin. They date since that one time when I lay on the beach and scratched the sand with my strange ideas, trying to leave desperate messages for future generations. If only they would understand. Then all of a sudden, I saw my whale friend Willie docking on the purple sand next to me.
Hey Willie, oh my good old friend, how are you?
I have been surfing the waves all day, the beautiful waves today, have you seen them?
Oh my, Willie. I'm sad; today I wrote a letter to my future self and then I burned it, and oh so beautiful a letter was. I have put in it all my hopes and dreams, and now, I have begun to forget it!
Don't worry, I will always be your friend, and nobody can take your beauty from you, the future will come, and you will not remember. Be well.
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