You, Me. You and I. Unfiltered. Unabashed and Childlike. What a wondrous abode we cultivated for ourselves. Away from constraints of the ether. Away from clashing reservations, dispositions and articulations. Where everything made sense because we could just be.
I wonder about you a lot. How your days are going. How your nights prosper onwards. I hope your parents aren’t being too hard on you. I hope their anxieties about your future net worth aren’t taking away from your strength to smile. I hope you’re finally getting the chance to write music. I’m a fan even though I can only name one song. I hope you’re meeting new people. It’s essential for your personal growth to soak in novel ideas and assess how you feel about them.
I want you know you’re one of the most intelligent and generous human beings I know. You’re going to be wonderful because you already are wonderful. I want you to be less critical of people at face value. Everyone has something endearing about them if you would just allow your optical senses to over power your super ego.
You, Me. You and I. Two words put together to make a fleeting concept.
Now as You, Me.
You and I.
Surely you know how much it pains me to write these words so spaced apart.