Everything

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.

---

Photographer Unknown