Written by Jacob Ibrag
Faces in the void seek answers to unknown
questions. Souls married to vessels plagued with
existential crises. Dry mouths, bloodshot eyes. Waiting
for something, anything to happen. Lost in the need to be
different. Told from an early age that they were special, that
they had potential. Ran away when they heard words like hard
work and determination. Commence mental deterioration, add a
pinch of increasing expectations as days progress into the decades.
Progressively pacing towards a dead end. Aggressively frustrated
at others success, they want a piece of it. No, they want the entire
thing. Delusional, by now it’s fused within their intellect. By now
they’ve lost the will to begin again. It’s too late for them. Blinded.
They think they want what everybody else has. They lost sight of
the only passenger that mattered more than anything. They
forgot about the soul inside, whispering answers to
the questions they have yet to think of.