A letter from Jan 21, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Where are you. Keep your eyes open my sweet child. force the breath of youth you own down the throat you poison with smoke. breath what you hate, the things you despise, let them crawl through your brain and give you visions of a purity you can become. a woman of soul and love we can walk the earth in the image our drunk minds reject. let us love, let us feel. i want nothing for us future self . adventure is to be blind into the future so for us i wish us nothing. close your eyes now and guide us through. expect nothing. build a mind of strength and softness, let yourself be kissed and loved. touched by the weak hands of opinions. let yourself rage and be fierce with the violence of passion i will only feel hate for you if you do not begin and if you trust in me that using a word like begin can have any meaning. you have begun old mout you are delicious