A letter to my self

Self,
wherever you are now,
come back to me.
I remember times
when few words left my lips,
yet they resounded
with more meaning
than I could, today,
fit into the longest book.
I remember times
when I'd feel
the purest joy
simply because
I knew I was.
I remember times
when my sentience
was more vast than all the seas
and all the sky above them.
Self,
come back to me,
because I can no longer feel the world.