Drift

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Running through the forest in the middle

of  the night, he made a sudden stop. This was the

place. Deserted, not hint of life in sight. Grabbing hold of

the telescope, he carefully set it up. Smiling, he was anxious to

get lost in the darkness. Sky so structureless, drawn to curious

solace. He came here every now and then, when things would

get complicated in the days usual shenanigans. ‘What I’d

do to hover in the middle of forever and  count the

stars as my soul further drifts from its vessel.’

Photographer Unknown