MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

Dearest future,  i can't help but to write you this letter, i just want to report my past and my present and all they have done to me, so that you can treat me differently and nicely when you come. My past and my present  have not been entirely great, at some point, i laud their efforts, there were times when in my past i cried every night on my bed, soaking my pillow because of pain, but my present sent me time, and it is healing every wound. There were times i was confused, not even knowing what you hold. Afraid to look into you, and when i did, you were too dark to see through, it only made me more confused. There were times  in my past i didn't realise how much of a gift waking up everyday was, i just lived my life as the day comes. My present has thought me that there is more to sleeping and waking up and more to the sky than just it's blue, black, and white. I am learning well. There were times i didn't know the difference between right and wrong, everythi