donderdag 28 november 2013

Nobody knows

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.


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