A letter from Aug 11, 2022

Dear Future Me, Oh Nya. Oh, Nya. Nya of me. The Nya of me. Are you there? I have missed you. I do miss you. You're not here, not really. I'm trying to get to see you but when I don't feel you I panic and my panic drives you away. It's not fair. Just like the immune system or brain or heart or cells or skin. We say we're the reason something survives or functions but that list of things, they know they're the REAL reason a body is alive. They know and they don't have to prove themselves. They know their role and importance. The second one of those malfunction, all realization come to a head. No gestures are needed. Something as simple as a heart palpitation. We fear for our very loves by the literal individual SKIP of a heartbeat. They might happen just to humble you some. Show you that it's more than a subtle vibration of the chest, it is the very life of you. It acts from pride, not obligation. Just like God. They hold their stance in power. Nya, my life. I miss you.