Written by Jacob Ibrag
Want to retire each one of my desires,
eventually. Not just yet, young blood runs
through these veins. We’re just getting started.
Painting souls with flaws, perfections overrated.
Falling fast without a worry. Wings tucked behind
our backs, waiting till inches off the floor. Just a bit
longer, give them a show. Give them what they want,
all you can eat buffet of doubt. We’ll burst into the
atmosphere and do it all over again, because we can.
Art by tiagosilverio