Written by Jacob Ibrag
Grinding teeth. The anxiety
of waiting. Taking on its own persona, it
chews through your nerves and remaining bits of
patience. Laughing at your struggle to keep cool, it replays
each memory of failure. Whispering thoughts of disinformation.
Arguing. Trying to take a stand. Begging every fiber of your
being to push against its neck. Staring at a carbon
copy of yourself, ‘waiting on a blue sphere
in an ocean polluted with doubt.’
Photo by Sam Burriss
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