Past Yesterday

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I wake up with scratches on my

soul. Invisible to you and unseen to the whole

world. I wake up with memories borrowed from another

place. A spirit that remembers way past yesterday. A collective

of weaknesses married to different strengths. I’m a historian

who doesn’t understand his own history. And so I go to

bed with scars I can’t explain. A guest in my own

soul. A resident living with strangers.

Photo by DeMorris Byrd

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