Dear future self,

 

It's weird to think that you are me (I am you)

living in some other house

(hopefully) in some other city,

or maybe in some other country.

 

It's weird to think that you live

a different life compared to mine

and I hope you're happy.

 

It's weird to think how you are

dreaming and wishing like me

but probably for different things.

 

It's weird how you're all grown up

while I'm just me -

here

sitting,

doing

the

same

old

routine.

 

Or maybe it's not weird at all.

 

 

-a.k.