Lost in Tel Aviv

They lost a package for an unnamed hero in Tel Aviv. There were photographs of her while she was young and in a different place. It sits between the cracks of an international flight, aching to show its contents of youth and danger to the cracked fingers of the owner that reflects a colorful future to that of the captured black and white. Crests of saltwater and memory will only unite certain occasions in one’s life, and we, the new, have only our distant future to await such moments of being reunited with an image of our youth.

Godspeed, dear package.

Find your way home in Tel Aviv.