A letter from Sep 20, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I hope that after all these years, you haven't forgotten the essence of what you are, I hope the thinking symphony in your head never stopped, that you still lose yourself in all the patterns and sounds and thoughts, I hope you still cry sometimes when faced with the beautiful ugliness of the world, I hope you still look at people with the same curiosity. I hope you're still insane, that you still get adrenaline peaks that make you want to laugh histerically, scream, shout, or cry, I hope you're still somewhat isolated, so that no one can fix you, so that you can remain in this constant sate of thought, , have you found love? Do you fall into unconsciousness more often? Have you forgot this will of constantly being aware? Do you still cling to sinking ships? Do you still decide to sink with those who would rather be forgotten? Is Lassi still around? Is he still alive?Has your sensitivity taken the better of you or have you found a way to control the mess that is your mind to finally do some good for yourself. Have you finally stopped destroying your own mind in the pursuit of lifting other people up? Has it broken you? If you look back on this letter and are ashamed of it, of how insane, senseless or cringe I was in 2023, maybe thats a good thing, maybe it means you've finally been fixed, as much as you try to avoid it. Just dont forget, its not a bad thing to be broken, , insane, out of touch, its what built you, dontlook back on it with shame. Whatever it may be, I hope you look back on this and realize what wonders creativity can make once you pair it with an undeniable gift in the use of words, alongside a slight touch of insanity. Now **** off, its been 3 years, you got better to do, or do you? heh