MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan

Posted Tuesday, March 5, 2024

1mo

ISFP

Gemini

A Letter To My Younger Self

Sometimes I miss you. The way you were, The days spent with you, The simple boy who knew nothing about evil. The one who saw the whole world in a country yard and a simple kind family. Who cried a day it broke her parents' hearts, Was worried Dad was late, Who missed his sisters, Who wanted to go for a walk with a close friend And laugh as much as possible. Sometimes I think I left you things I don’t have with me any more: Simplicity, Honesty and Kindness, You know I left them behind to catch a mask Instead, so that could hide me out. I miss you little ME; When you think if anything in the world happens I only run with my books! I miss those days I didn’t own anything! I miss you when you always thought there was a whole separate road for my dreams When you think you were always under the spotlight just the way you are. I miss you when you ran in the fields in caressed every single animal! When your world was only feelings, not materials. I miss you and when I saw you couldn’t lie to Mom and Dad who always wanted to be with them. I miss that optimist dream seeker, fun-looking ME, I miss those nights when you look at the sky And told all your dreams and you believe, That they will be granted. I miss that ME who was excited about a milk tea that mom made her! I miss the creative ME with little hands that made crafts with pieces of papers Little ME; somehow I am distanced from you, But I tried my very best to be close to you as always during time travel! I left out the mask behind I try to be proud of who I am like you were! I try to keep unconditional love for everything and the people I love! I want to make my mom and dad feel they are the luckiest parents ever like you! I want to be happy just the way I was, And make big days with small hands like yours! Dear ME unfortunately there is no ticket for you, And like a trap, I left you one day, Never knowing I couldn’t come back any more! But, who can forget? I want to make my seed with strong roots and heavy branches! I look back at those days and I know, You shouldn’t always be aged to teach something to people! You taught me things I’ll seek whenever I’m at my worst. Dear ME: Sorry for hurrying to leave you! Here everything‘s different! My room looks small here, though it's big. Our artificial money here can’t buy anything! Her kindness isn’t always two-sided, Here happy endings are maybe a good matter of chance! But I don’t want to be convinced that happy endings don’t exist. I still remember those days ME, When you and I went under the rain with toys, And we said it could heal us because it’s from God! I still try to communicate with God like you, I try to talk to him and ask him to help me. I am sorry ME, I can’t promise you to have big dreams again, I’m more realistic, here made me like this! Here holes in trees don’t lead to a fantasy world! Here holes lead to Blackholes! ME; Love here is quite different from what we had! Love is analyzed here and is conditional! Dear ME, I still need the pixie dust you had in your pencils, and you thought they were magic sticks. Dear ME: I am regretting not seeing you anymore, I lost a lot, but I am grateful for having you as a memory! I want you to send me out and vibes to help me become closer to you again. PS: I always miss you, you look so far! PPS: Don’t worry, you don’t lose anything here!