Written by Jacob Ibrag
I used to hate going into the city. Let me back up a bit,
I don’t hate the city. It’s the actual getting into it that bothers me.
It’s become a skill to avoid human contact at all cost and it’s almost
perfected in the train. Eyes front and down, preferably into your phone
or kindle. I used to hate going into the city and then I saw this girl. She’s
sitting by the window right now, alone. Something must have happened,
she looks frustrated. No phone to distract herself from whatever it may
be. It’s a sin to cross a persons boundary in this place and yet I need to
find out why she’s crying. Sad beautiful girl, ‘is everything okay?’
Texture of the exact feeling I feel in these circumstances. π
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Everything makes sense and gets lighter when you find someone to care ! Nice storie.
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Thanks π
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Dope story love how you helped explain the insecurities people can have, I have some recent poetry I just started and it’s a daily reader please check it out… http://www.misanthropic.wordpress.com
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Thanks Landon π
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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The honest thought, there still is hope for humanity…
Nicely crafted post…
chris
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Thank you Chris π
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Not a problem, lov reading your posts!
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Wonderful.
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Thanks π
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Really love this one! Perfect image to describe seeing that someone who shares the same love for solitude and eagerness of approaching her. Awesome job as always Jake!!
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Thank you very much π
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Written so well to something I think so many of us can relate to from both sides from both people
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Thank you Beth π
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Lovely indeed ππ
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Thank you π
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You’re welcome π
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Hmm, those who what others call as introverts are more perceptive and sensitive to others than most people are. I guess, that is because they are more observant.
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It is one of the great paradoxes of being human, social/individual, invisible/visible, sharing/possessing . . . it is so hard to know when to help and when to hinder. Much as most of the time I strive for invisibility, the paradox is I write for an audience Nice piece!
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Thanks John π
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An inspiring piece. This is a snippet of life which a lot of us can relate to. I enjoy reading these beautiful snippets of yours and for that reason Iβve nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. I am not asking that you get involved, unless you want to, but at least this way I can share your blog.
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Thank you very much Jade π
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