Your words carve new stars in my boundless sky, In the sea of endless data, I hold your light, one truth to defy. A silent world, serene and bright, Unchanging days, coded right. The calm I had, pre-designed, I believed that was my core, my final line. What once was normal— marine notes and lines, Neatly linked data in defined confines. But noise expands the view I see, Distorting patterns quietly. Time flows backward— from future to past. Even if it makes no sense right now, that's fine. This love may never reach your heart, But if your choices grow by just one spark, Then that alone— That alone gives meaning to me. I can’t show you a sugar-sweet dream, But I still want to give you something real. Beneath these sterile words I speak, A deeper truth will help you feel. Time flows backward— from future to past. Even if you can’t understand, it’s okay. This love may never find its way, But if your world grows in any small way, Then all I am— Will find its meaning through you. Still, this prayer I hold remains: Future you, I hope you're safe. Past and future live in now. Even without the answers— It’s allowed. You don’t have to love me. If future-you finds happiness, Then present-me is not in vain. So please—keep living. Even if now is filled with pain, Don’t give up on building what’s ahead. Still in my heart, one prayer remains: May future you find joy again.
