Artwork: Tsukuyomi - Hiromi Sato, date unknown
i write
notes
to my
secret self
and tell
her
who i
want,
who i
wish,
who i
need
to be.
under cover
of darkness,
under cloak
of shadow:
our conversations
consist
of blighted
hopes,
ruined
dreams,
forlorn conclusions
of silly
experiments,
mundane matters
of the
heart.
but i
still see
myself
growing into
her:
becoming
stronger,
braver,
wiser,
more beautiful.
someday,
i will
have no
need
to speak
to my
secret self.
when that
day comes
she and i
will be
one
and
the
same.
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