Dear future me,

Remember

when the bees were working

the grass was glowing

and you knew

the trees were content?

It`s there

Remember

it´s not your fault

if the bees are grey

the grass is cold

and the trees can`t find their roots.

It´s there and it´s not there, it loves you

it kills you, it tells you

you need to go

you should stay.

Remember

you should stay.