the poem that started it all:

i met my younger self for coffee at 10:15. she was late. i was early.

i wore my dark brown hair in a slicked-back bun. her hair was faded red and in her face. i had dark blue jeans on.

she wore sweatpants with a few stains. s he lets out a sigh and has a good cry. i tell her to release her feelings one at a time. the... See more