Weight

Written by Jacob Ibrag

It’s the free soul that carries weight,

searching for an appropriate vessel to reanimate.

‘This time it’ll be the right one,’ yet if it isn’t, it’ll have to

wait another lifetime. I caught myself romanticizing about

yesterday. As much as I wanted to forget, there was still some

part of me that wanted to hold to what had happened. Being

a prisoner becomes easy after awhile, we get used to

the small spaces of our own confinement.

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