october 14 2024

Last week, Pluto turned direct in Capricorn and I go through all the old notes in my phone. I find evidence of a girl born melancholic but also tenacious and ambitious, with chutzpah and nerve and too much attitude, a heart as big as the sun, a taste for life so deep and hungry. I clap for her. I laugh with her. I roll my eyes, I claw at my screen, I tell her about the future. 

I play her the new AKRIILA record and tell her to read more psychology books and to keep practicing music production but remember to switch from Logic to Ableton. I tell her that one day she will sing all those songs, she will go on all those tours, she will win all those awards, she will meet the love of her life, she will make a lot of money, she will have true and good friends, she will travel the world, she will look so fucking sexy at 30, she will [redacted] - all of her dreams will come true. 

I read her thoughts, her fears, her fantasies and hopes and wishes. I read all of her words. I take them in and swallow them. I blow her kisses. I close the app.

That night, when I go to sleep, I dream of her. In my dream, she asks me about the future. I tell her, finally, I can see the dawn.