AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF
When you look back on all the wasted time
Try not to look at it as wasted
Try to see it how i see it
It’s just time.
When you finally get around to putting your life in order
Stacking the shelves of your insides
With books and green things
Leave a shelf empty
I’ll be waiting with the comic books
And the reasons why you still write poetry.