You’re not that anymore, don’t even bother writing about it. Don’t acknowledge it. It’s gone. You’re gone. That you that would complain about what you are about to do is dead. All that’s left is a version

I’m talking from the future now. The future is where you belong. The present moment doesn’t have much for you right now but struggle. It’s going to be a long rough road to get to where I’m

Get through the day, it’s just another day. Another day doing what you have always been doing. Don’t make it any bigger than it has to be. If it ramps up and more of you is required,

You are going to cross paths with him. The version of you that can carry you to the dreams you see. He’s currently watching over you. Seeing. If you really are what you say you are. Seeing