Snowglobes

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Self-expression is my lifeblood. I

don’t exist without looking within. We’re

snowglobes. Most unshaken, stagnating, and

uncomfortably still. I’m comfortable, and I know

what I am. Walking through the perpetual snow with

a dumb grin. My senses have never been more engaged.

And yet, at this current moment, I watch as the world

sifts through my embrace. So much I want to do. A

lazy engineer, unwilling to design the bridge of

my cognitive dissonance. Painting angels

on roads bound to disappear.

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Image by Tsuyoshi Kozu