and i hate to remind you, but you're going to die

dear stranger,

i don’t know you and you don’t know me. if our paths never cross, that’s fine. then again, if we meet someday, that’s fine, too. but i will always be curious about the prospect of meeting you. how will you affect my life? will i like you? will you like me? how strong will your impact be? how strongly will i impact you, if at all? i could go on for days asking, wondering, and thinking up answers. i’m a very future-oriented person, you see. but whether or not i ever have the pleasure of meeting you, i hope that everything goes well in your life and that if things are looking down for you right now that you never lose hope for the future. if you are near death, remember that death is the new beginning and you should not fear it. if you have just been born, i hope that you find this world exciting and wonderful and that you haven’t come to understand the dark side of it yet. on the other hand, if you have seen nothing but horror thus far, i would love to assure you that this world and the people on it aren’t all horrible. if you ever read this, i would love for you to know that no matter who you are or where you are or what you do or how you do it, someone out there does care about you. whenever you read this, i hope you have a great day today, and a better one tomorrow.

until we meet (if ever),

alana.

dear dreams,

please stop merging with my memories. it really makes shit confusing when i’m trying to remember whether i saw that guy in a dream or if i was talking to him last night. also, i miss how vivid you used to be, how i could remember every detail, how i could hear a song in a dream then hear it again years later only to find out it was released a few months ago. i miss that so much. if i could have another dream like that just once, my life would be complete.

your vessel,

alana.