Written by Jacob Ibrag
How are you
getting home? ‘I’m not.’
Where to? ‘Where ever the bus
stops.’ And what if it never did?
‘I’d pray that it never does.’
Photography by Edwin Andrade
Written by Jacob Ibrag
How are you
getting home? ‘I’m not.’
Where to? ‘Where ever the bus
stops.’ And what if it never did?
‘I’d pray that it never does.’
Photography by Edwin Andrade


If there is a bus of this kind, I’d be happy to ride in it. simple and effective quote.
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Thanks 🙂
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Me too!
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Simple and yet so successful!
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Thank you 😀
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Wonderful 👌
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Really gets me thinkng. Great post.
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Great work 😉
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At times one does wish to be lost than found. Wonderful.
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Thank you 😀
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Short and beautiful poem added with a interesting photo to boot. Some of us know nothing but searching.. if we stop searching ( for love, answers) we wouldn’t know what to do. Thanks for the post.
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Thank you very much 😀
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Sounds like your character is searching for her/himself, on a journey to self-discovery of sorts…
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You’re putting yourself in the scene Jacob, where are you going to?
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Is there supposed to be a destination?
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it was your question in this story Jacob, so at least answer by yourself
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There isn’t one.
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read again to answer
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