A letter to my future Self – Part 1

While Your hand grips a thick ceramic cup,

In colder days your lips feel the froth

Your nose is tingled by the sharp smell of coffee

When making money means making peace with leather shoes

But friend..Don’t you forget how much you enjoyed drinking tea out of plastic cups

Go out sometimes, sit by the basketball court.

Passively smoke.

You will find me

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