your head is always in the clouds floating around, refusing to stay tethered to the ground "reality is overrated anyways" so your mind lives within the next month, or year, or decade. you've created a beautiful life for your 19 year old self it spends its days studying abroad; half the year in Paris, the other half in Rome. and your 21 year old self, it's always traveling it goes on spontaneous road trips and sleeps under the stars. you're so focused on how your life will be eventually. but the future is leaving, my love; along with the present.
"you spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day and how awesome it'll be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present" (aka the quote this poem was inspired by) -Looking for Alaska