Exactly

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I created you in the image of me. For a while,

we lived within synchronicity. Your energy was bound

by nothing, an absolution of endless possibility. And then one

day, you asked me why any of this was necessary, why I gave birth

to just a single being. And when I told you my truth, you asked to leave,

to look for a more powerful meaning. So I split you up into a billion vessels,

a billion souls looking in a billion different directions. I know you’ll come

back again, one day soon. You’ll finally accept that there wasn’t any

meaning, none at all. Meaning sets us in a direction, and that

isn’t what I am. I am the possibility of possibilities,

and you my child are exactly like, me.

Photography by Rachael Crowe