Process

Written by Jacob Ibrag

This won’t last. I mean I don’t expect it to and

maybe I shouldn’t think about it as much as I do. In your

arms, the world is a concept. It’s us and the rest is theory without

practice. We’re us and even more so tomorrow than we are today. And yet

tomorrow means we’re closer to us reaching a certain end. I like to believe that

we’ve been here before, that at some point in time at the conclusion of our past

lives, I promised that I’d find you. So I’ll follow suit and say the words once

more, I’ll find you again and will forever repeat this process. This

won’t last, yet I refuse to let that rob us of our present.

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Photographer Unknown