English · Poetry

Ode to Our Morrow

For someone from the future. I will have no qualms for I will accept you unconditionally and irrevocably.

For I will not care of who or what you were, no matter how many or heavy the baggage you may carry.

For if you’re already broken, then let’s be two broken pieces that fit together.

For if you’re boring, then let’s be two old boring people.

For if you don’t stand out among others, then let’s both be plain and simple.

For in the future, in our future I’m yours and you’re mine and trivialities won’t matter.

For when I finally meet you only two kinds of people would exist.

Us and everyone else.

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