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Luck
Can’t love myself
future and present
2022
Between black and white
Glass bead
you are surreal
strong, never give up, alive
We are the strongest people
I hug myself today
the memories
i won’t forgive you.
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-the other me.
“Who are you?!”
“I am you, but older and.. full of regret.”
I was shocked. There was someone who stood in front of me that exactly looked like me! I did not know how to react, so I just stayed still with my eyes wide opened.
“Listen to me, please, I don’t have so much time, so I will tell you something important.” The-other-me said that.
“Who are you?! How can... Oh my God, am I dreaming?” I murmured.
The-other-me-oh-I-don’t-know-if-it-is-really-me walked one step closer and stared at me. “I just want to say that.. please, don’t you ever give on your dream. You can become the best writer. If you feel tired, you can take a rest for a while and continue it. If you feel people around you don’t support you, please remember me, the older version of you, always support you, forever. If you feel you can not make it, you should keep trying, because dream won’t happen if you don’t try to make it happen. "
The other me stepped back and smiled to me. Before I even could say anythng, the other me was running away and left me stood in silent. I blinked my eyes and tried to understand the situation. I looked down and saw the file that I brought was dropped in the wet ground. Panicly, I picked up my file and tried to clean all the dirt in there. There was a wet point in the title of my file so it got blurry but it was still able to be read.
“A Dreamer and Her Dream..” I read the title, “A novel by.. Ai Adiluamia.” That was my name. That was my novel that got rejected many times by the publishers. This morning, I felt so depressed. My family kept telling me to stop and went back to homeland. This morning, I went out to the garbage container with the file on my hand. I had a thought to throw away it. This morning, I met someone who exactly looked like me. An older person of me with full of regret. This morning, I held my file tightly and walked back to my flat. I would type again my novel and print it in new paper. I would put it carefully in the file and send it again to another publisher. This morning, I decided not to gave up and kept continue.
//end// - inm
lost.
Being pushed to do something out of the box. They expect you too much. Being forced to show up something out of blue. They trust you too much. I am in blurry vision, it seems like standing in the unknown road, feeling lost. I need to go back, but I don't know where it starts. I am not dying, I am not suffering. I am just struggling. To keep alive with my spark. To keep living with my best version.
-inm