I want you, in all the ways I don’t know how to. A self-image where the reflection pool casts something I want to see. Working at 4am, finally cleaned away all the dust today.
I want you to be happy, healthy, strong.
Not reliant on any sin, vice, or drug that could disassociate the virtue in you.
I want you to look in the mirror; more, if any at all.
Take it as a spot of grass that you don’t know where you’re headed, everyone’s felt that way before.
And some text or phone calls isn’t going to save you.
I want to not be obsolete.
Making money, making money; Ive heard that song and dance and rang a dang dang’d the tune like a recorder. Maybe a clarinet or a sax.
But you played viola and chose to be underrated. All your choices, heavily curated and always wondering.
It’s okay to wonder.
I want you to dance and never stop chasing the music.
I want you to look bright into the future but not let go of the present.
You’re in it, honey.
I want you to not be scared.
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