To Be

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Hold on a little longer, we’re almost

there.’ I didn’t want it to end, this road did

something. One hundred thirteen miles ago, I

was a blind vessel with a screaming soul. I finally

get it, this is why we’re here. It’s not about getting

to the end, it’s much more. These miles break your

skin, they test your will to exist. I earned the

right to  breathe. I earned the right to be.

Photography by Laura Zalenga