Written by Jacob Ibrag
He wanted it. Every second of his life
amounted to this one moment. Sitting in his
wooden corner. His eyelids grew heavy and his skin
tone seemed washed out. In the little time he was given,
sharp images from his life started to resurface. All those people,
all those promises, it wasn’t just another day. It was his life. His heart
didn’t belong to him. His blood pumped through the population. Snap
out of the trance. He shook his brain into stimulation. Right now, It
was his time. The Earth was still and the water motionless. Plant your
feet. He falls on his knees. Get up. Stand. Open your eyes. Your
hands, your outcome. He looked up in frustration. Weak.
Options dwindling. Stop looking at the situation.
Your thinking too much. GO! DO IT! It’s your
fight! Adrenaline, Stupidity, Ferocity. He
was ready for anything,
for anyone.
Painting By Norman Rockwell
Eyes + Words 
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