Visitor

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Lazy days in my mundane ideal

of a perfect get away. I got away. Hazily

estranged by the road less traveled. Track marks

by the hundreds, back and forth, straight arrows. Yellow

lines dividing me from the alternate dimension, tip toeing to

the next camp of strangers. Belonging. Misfits gathered in a place

void of direction. Belonging and yet not at all. There’s another

place, it’s an uncomfortable one. Home. We fit once. I

got away. And now she’s found a new visitor.

Photographer Unknown