Written by Jacob Ibrag
There are days when routine is enough,
when I would temporarily part from the whispers
of my conscience. I’d wake, work and go back to bed.
No thinking involved, it’s automatic.Then there are
days when I’d wake and halt myself from doing a thing.
No physical movement. Raw self reflection. I’d question
every one of my intentions, whether this body and mind
was furthering its passenger towards a sound destination.
I wondered what my soul would say if somehow it could
talk to me. As I’d try to dive deeper within my psyche, the
Suns claws would pull at the corners of my eye lids.
Routine would call my name, and I’d follow it.
Hey everyone, so today is my birthday.
This year wouldn’t have been special without
all of you in it. Thanks for being a part of my
life and an integral part of my growth.