July 7, 2021 / Divina Ceniceros Dominguez

If I wake up tomorrow, how will I know I'm still the same as yesterday?

I wonder if my soul goes somewhere else when I'm asleep,

and dream me is still me, but different, somehow.

And perhaps I wake up, perhaps I don’t.

But if all I do is run and run,

how will I know when I have stopped?

Can I trust my limbs to tell me I’ve arrived,

or is it that something else gets to decide?

I wonder what my name was before I left my mother’s womb.

I wonder if it suited me as much as mine does now.

Because sometimes when I wake up,

I feel the same but different somehow.

So if I wake up tomorrow, maybe I won’t be the same.

But instead,

I’ll close my eyes.

My mind will drift.

And I will pull a number that decides who I will be.

Or perhaps I’m wrong, and we wake up everyday to

build another brick,

dive another mile,

turn the hourglass around.

And maybe this will lead to something.

But maybe I don’t need to know.

I just hope I know the difference between something that’s been hidden,

and something that’s been drowned.

Maybe life isn’t a line,

But a hopscotch game.

Maybe we’re meant to

jump, not run.

Does my soul go somewhere else when I’m asleep?

Maybe there’s a me somewhere that knows.

Because even with your eyes closed,

you can still feel the sunlight’s warmth. ■

by: Divina Ceniceros Dominguez

layout: Adriana Torres

photographer: Alyssa Olvera

stylist: Alex Cao

hmua: Anna Strother

model: Maggie Deaver

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