this message is for some random young fool

this message is for some random young fool, lost at sea, adrift beyond the point of no return. back when i was your age, i thought i was ancient and beyond repair. and then, i lived another twenty years like they were nothing at all. i thought i had cares in the world and then i woke up with too many cares to bother with caring about them.

the soul i held in high regard, the one i lifted up and clutched as being so precious, became besmirched by so many attempts to engage with the natives. if i was going to get to heaven, surely there must be some kind of clause i hadn’t heard of.