A Letter From Self

You can’t care anymore.You just can’t. You can’t look to please everyone and when you do, then what?What happens next?You can’t care about who comes or goes or who pays attention and who stays around long enough to make a difference.It is true what they say. Yes.You have to save your own life because everyone else is busy saving theirs.I agree. And this?Or this thing that you and I call “artwork,” and what this means to us is nothing to anyone else.And that’s fine. We cannot write to reach someone.We cannot love someone harder to make them love us more.We have to be fine with what we have, even if what we have is not fine.We have to be fine.Or better, this has to be fine.What other choice do we have but to see it this way. I will not say that no one cares. But even when someone cares, how much is enough?How do we know when someone cares enough?Or is this another case of finding out too late?And I will never say that no one pays attention.I will never say there is no love for me.I know…