Dear Future,
Don\'t arrive carrying explanations.
I have collected enough of those.
Don\'t tell me why the doors stayed closed,
why certain names became difficult to say,
or why the years took longer
than the calendars suggested.
I don\'t need a grand entrance.
No orchestra. No sudden sunlight.
No version of me standing at the finish line
pretending the distance was beautiful.
Just come as you are.
With unfinished plans,
with ordinary mornings,
with a little room for mistakes.
And if you find me still writing,
still making things from questions
that have no convenient answers,
don\'t call it persistence.
Perhaps I simply never learned
how to leave a thought unfinished.
Yours,
The person you haven\'t met yet.