In the sea of tears, under the blazing sun.
Sending letters, to our future self.
Being unsure about things.
Doubtful about any feelings.
Do we get excited anymore?
For the smallest things and the everyday feelings.
I wrote hundreds of lines for you.
About being in love, with the universe and the only life we have.
Most of the time, I’m afraid I cannot keep my words.
I’m afraid I will keep failing that I cannot be the person you always think of.
Here I am anyway, not as brave and optimistic as my younger self.
Still, have a lot of love to give.
Looking forward to other hundreds of lines on progress.