The mirror sent me a message

The mirror sent me a message from tomorrow:

You will get lost.

You will bleed.

You will scream into the abyss,

and hear nothing but an echo.

You will fall.

You will bruise.

You will howl, look up at the rising moon, and see the splendor of night.

You will sleep.

You will dream.

You will wake up, look in the mirror, and see galaxies in your eyes.

You will smile.

You will sing into the abyss and dance to the echo.

You will smile.

You will smile, and you will mean it.