swept up

i get swept up by fantasies of the future

they steal my heart

i steal my own heart

 

the idea of new people and places

falling in love with someone magical

sitting on rocks in a river

 

drinking tea and doing yoga

young and full of life

going to class outside most days

 

i feel this connection to my future self

i feel myself doing wonderful things

i feel myself living life

 

here i am

living in the future of my past self

im going to start living in the now

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