Unsaid Questions

It could, perhaps, be seen as strange, that I possess in my mind a wealth of questions for someone I haven't yet met.

It could, perhaps, be viewed as odd, that I've planned out how to ask them.

They are questions for a future far distant, that should not yet be even crossing my mind! Or should it? Years in advance, and I know the questions that I will ask.

They are slightly prying, perhaps, and that is why they must wait in the confines of my mind. They are not light, and that is why on certain nights they sit heavily upon the shoulders of my soul. The truth is, I want to know what makes you tick. Why you think what you do, what you think of yourself, what your first reaction to anything is. What's on your mind when nothing else presents itself- what do you keep coming back to? They may not be asked aloud, as a typical question would be, but rather with actions. With behavior and interest. But they will be asked.

It could be seen as quite abnormal, for me to think about this at this time. After all, I will not ask them for years yet, and perhaps not learn the answers for longer. My queries will be simply that for time beyond this moment, and yet they cross my mind again and again as I stay up late, as I remain awake to write, to speak, to hear. It crosses my mind that I don't know you yet, that I wonder what you are doing at the exact second that I pen these words. Where are you in existence, and when will we meet. Who will you be?

You could be anyone

For there is no "one" that these questions belong to, but rather a thousand potential ones surrounding me.

These questions will go unsaid for many years, but they are on my mind tonight.

Every Man's Estimation

What's this about?
Who are you and what's your purpose?
Such difficult questions for one so young
What's life all about?
It's about dreaming
It's about getting up after being knocked down again
It's about believing you matter because you do
Because every man's estimation is measured
In the eyes of himself
It's about loving when you're not
And being honest with yourself
Because who you are is not some piece of paper
And it couldn't fit on a million pieces of paper
Because how would you describe the feelings in a person's heart?
You are too complex for words
It's about understanding yourself without needing words
It's about finding that inner strength we call the soul
It's about saying "I won't quit"
It's about being you despite many voices telling you otherwise
And in the end, it's about me
What you do for me
And who you choose to be to make me love you
Sincerely,
The Future