Written by Jacob Ibrag
I don’t think it’s writers block. I think it’s
the missing desire to want and need to transcribe the
images and characters living in my mind onto this permanent
piece of paper. Once they crawl through these fingers and find
a new home, I become obsolete. All that’s left is, me.
Photography by Paolo Raeli
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Wonderful!
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Well done with this one Jacob. Spoke to me
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Perfectly captured
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Yes!
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Very poignant!
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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I love this. What a great perspective.
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As a writer this really spoke to me for sometimes the people I create feel realer than myself
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Nice writing ππ
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Lovely post!
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True!…and beautiful
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Interesting perspective. I always enjoy your posts.
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Interesting concept. It has me thinking. The sign of a great poem!
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Thank you very much π
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Powerful. Intriguing. Poignant.
I don’t know, obsolete is a strong word π
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You are most welcome. Your writing is always so interesting!
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Valid! Love it!
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I like that idea of feeling obsolete once the words are “out there.” Well, actually, I don’t like the feeling, but I get the idea.
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Brilliant.. What is left, indeed!!
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This is, really sad, because after you no longer do ]hat it is that you’re doing, you’d lost sense of who you are…
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Reblogged this on another cracked southern belle.
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I can relate. I have an almost (well maybe complete) obsession with trying to translate every experience into a poem or story. I have to slap my hand from time to time and say, “Hey, experience life!” Great poem, especially for poets.
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Awesome!
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Wonderful. You nailed it!
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intense!
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