Nostalgia

Dear Little Me,

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You used to throw concerts

On the hill in your backyard

With the falling sun as

Your spotlights and

The chirping birds as

Your audience

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I still sing songs in my mirror

But the sunlight struggles to

Illuminate me there

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You used to run around

Behind the house with

A toy lightsabre and

Fight imaginary enemies

You could always beat

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Now, I find escapism

In a book instead of a backyard

Reading about the things

I used to live out inside my head

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You used to spend all your time

On the trampoline

Letting it launch you

Into the clouds and

Touching the springy mat

For a tiny moment

Only to reach for the sky again

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Now my feet are planted on the ground

Like a game of Stuck in the Mud

And I still dream of flying but now

It is painfully obvious that I am not

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Little me,

You used to want to be older

You used to want to be me

But you used to want to be free

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Little me,

Freedom doesn't come with age

It evaporates with it

Freedom is intwined with happiness

Like two plants growing around each other

Freedom is tied to what you don't appreciate until it's gone

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Little me,

You used to want to be me

But now I wish I was you

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Love from,

Future You

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