A Letter To My Older Ego

maybe you’re reaching 90 now,

the bones feel colder,

the songs sound fainter,

maybe you’re thinking you should’ve done more by now,

the mistakes have racked up,

the lists haven’t been ticked off,

maybe the best bit is going through the saved snapchats from back then.

but if there’s anything i can remind you of,

it’s that the past never really exists,

you have the same present now that you had back then,

reminiscing is a task for the afterlife.

you’re still here, no “game over” sign yet,

it’d be a boring story if nothing had changed,

it’s all a part of it,

beauty is its purpose.

are you still vibrating higher?

or have you died before your death?