Dear world,
today I had a dream, I had a dream in which I met myself.
I met my older self, my older self in forty years.
I was beautiful, not because of my body,
I was beautiful , because of my glow,
because I was pure light, pure life.
My older self hugged me, she hugged me so tight,
I could feel her light, feel the light inside of me,
it was inside of me, between my rips.
Then she was gone, suddenly she was gone
and there was another me, another me in forty years.
There was no glow, no light , so tired she seemed.
Tired of life, tired of existence.
My older self did not hug me, instead she told me to choose wisely,
choose wisley, which older self I want to be.
Not tomorrow, not next week.
The only time, she told me, the only time was now.
As I woke up, I decided to be brave,
brave I wanted to be, to save the beautiful light,
the beautiful light of my older self, to save her life,
to safe myself.
