Written by Jacob Ibrag
My neck hurts, so I stretch it. It still hurts,
so I try to release the pressure by cracking it. I watch
me in the mirror watching myself in the mirror. Mimicking
a dance I have just created. I’m dancing and it’s terrible. Words
form above my head. These aren’t thoughts, it’s more of a wishlist.
Beach. My friends. Novel tea flavors. I need a new hobby and
another cup of passion. I need you to be my distraction.
Photo by Amin Moshrefi