I'm still writing to you.
This time, I'll address you as future.
Time yet spent, up against hours, days, months, years of wisdom playing in mental blocks upon repeat.
Upon request, failures remembered while abstracts of what to do again differently diffuse from situations rendered.
Upon request I fly to you on a whim;
Future...
I see you; because I know that you're there.
Because I know that you long for me too
My failures remind me of that.
- Esoteric
