Written by Jacob Ibrag
You’re nice, and complete. And the stories you
string has me questioning the spots I pick to cease and be
present in. And that’s as far as it goes. You’re a world revolving in
another galaxy, a couple of black holes away from reaching me. I need a
dead planet with signs of ice underneath her surface, a never been willing
to terraform with her partner. And maybe someday, I’ll have stories.
And maybe someday, we’ll reminisce about this moment.
Photography by Alex Blăjan