Written by Jacob Ibrag
What if we aren’t the ones in the mirror.
Fingerprints lost in another home. Have you ever looked
directly above your head? I just did. There’s nothing there except a
sun hiding behind a white sky, an uncountable number of planets, and
the stars sprinkled in between. There’s nothing there except the minds of
those who are constantly asked to remain focused. There’s nothing there
except everything I can’t possibly begin to comprehend. The dog I never
had stares at the books I never wrote. The books I never wrote
carrying answers to questions I have yet to dream of.
Photo by Leandro Gándara
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