Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’ve been sitting here for a while. Thinking about
all the facts I’ve acquired in my short little life. There’s
only one that keeps me painting these lungs with oxygen.
You. You’re all I know, the rest is arbitrary. You aren’t even
in my peripheral, and I have no idea what’s your name and
that’s perfectly ok. People get high off the wrong supply in
hopes to fill what’s missing. Searching their lives with half
a mind to find their own equivalent. I’ve never needed to
do that. Somehow I know your out there, smiling at a bad
joke your friend just shared. Even if we’re physically apart,
I can’t really feel the distance. You’re all I know and in
the end, that is enough. That is everything.