A letter from March 24th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, If you reading this I guess my mentality made it through the dark glare of the tunnel. I thought by now I might be floating in the sky high white as a kite, but it seems the attempt of flying must have failed if you around to comprehend this letter. Right now we were in a state of disillusion of the future. Stuck in an endless abyss of pain. Fire be set to the burning ashes of our notes to the world and burns be found on the way to save that last emotion we had left in those notes. We used to be someone who had a sense of hope now all we have left is a sense of harp. So in all future me, please save the past and never let me die inside for I am who owns the key to your life. Goodbye to us I waving you off now so be gone and go try to fly once more.