this is the past talking.

sunset - from the trail to sands - isla vista, ca

tonight my mom gave me a letter that i wrote to myself five years ago at the close of a writing course--the title of which now escapes me.

i read it alone upstairs in my room. and there, on my bed, i went down the list of ten things that my 2005 self wanted to see happen in my future life. as i read along, i recalled writing most of what i'd put on the page. and you know, most of what i wanted then still stands today. so tomorrow, i'm writing myself another letter. if you'd like to do the same, send yours to me, and i'll mail it to you in 2015.