a posthumous letter to my old self

Dear Dylan,

I am stronger

In body not mind

My own brain has gone blind

The days longer

than that of the dreams

of the redhead once wild

soon you will realize

how infinitely small and large you are 

in the universe and people's lives

You remember the smell of chives and 

the smile when your mother knew you

never tell lies

I'm assuming that is the point

since we linger for a second then fade from Gaea's memory

What have we to hide

Love?, 

            Dylan