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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