
care package to a past self
There are days, and then there are days like this:
Have you ever had one of those
Days that you just wished you could
Wrap up in sparkling paper and send
Back in time to your younger self and
Say, here, this is what it’s going to be like,
Don’t waste this chance.
Because I know in retrospect I was
Miserable for so fucking long to the
Point where sticking around felt too
Hard to contemplate and I couldn’t
Imagine a time when I didn’t
Feel this awful, so why bother?
But I’m here, okay? I’ve made it to
Nineteen and today there were blue
Skies and sunsets and flower petals
Drifting down the street, car
Windows down with Hozier
Blasting, and I thought, god,
There are days that just make you feel
So happy you’re human, and
Here, and alive, and I wish I could
Wrap this one up for that
Sixteen-year-old girl who had no
Idea where to turn to feel hopeful.
There are days, and then there are
Days like this making me think that
I’m never gonna wish a single
One away, not a single one.