Written by Jacob Ibrag
Groundhog day, I never asked for this.
Waking up to the same thing all over again. A
cycle of the most unfortunate series of events. And no
matter how much I try to stop it, it holds steady on repeat.
Don’t get to have you. Somehow, you see through we. Three
hundred ninety nine cycles later and we keep ending in
the same place. Maybe if I let go, this will all cease.
And yet if I let go, tomorrow is arbitrary.
Photography by Nik Shuliahin
Eyes + Words 
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Names written in stone!
Useless organic forms, given to worms, all while the true inner being,
flows throughout space an time, seen within the inner mind…
No choice, dark-matter to drift in space, or
perhaps evolving,
to take our rightful place…
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Love this! Especially the line, somehow , you see through we.
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Thank you 😀
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I’m going through this! Dying hope each day that remains the same… waiting for what doesn’t happen 💔 dying a little more inside each repeated day (at least that’s what these words expresses to me)
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I’m sorry about that, I hope your situation gets better
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