Written by Jacob Ibrag
I miss this song. It’s from the yesterdays of a former
emotion. A feeling from another moment. And when I hear this
song, I become that person. I’m physically him. I’m confused because I
remember what happens, just not what drives me into those decisions.
I’m a visitor with a soundtrack, in a world I will never have back.
Photo by Martin Reisch
The Reluctant Poet 