Written by Jacob Ibrag
Stories unraveling even if you aren’t ready for it to
happen. You can run from the mirror and yet reflections
remain. Reflections chasing every kind of surface. You aren’t
ready to see and witness something that’s always been there. It
isn’t particularly truth, it’s a thought that’s been seeded within you.
Eating at you. Slowly learning it’s alright to scream at you. Inhabiting
each and every second of your existence. And so you run from it, from
what it could mean. Building rocket ships and investing into escape.
But it’s always there, waiting for you to listen. Like a child who
needs attention, and an old book wanting to be held.
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