Written by Jacob Ibrag
The final divide. Soul and body fighting to stay on the
same side. They aren’t ready to let go, still so much they have yet
to explore. And the promises that they’ve made to themselves and their
family. ‘We are the lines between the lines and the lines between those too.
Memories good and bad playing in between each racing beat per second.
Helplessly watching our father rest his hand upon our existence as
he helplessly prays to give his life to the boy in front of him.’
Photo by Nathan Dumlao
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i like how you dicrib life of trouble in moments…
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Loved this one. Hope you are felling better now, Jacob.Get well soon!!
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Thank you π
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So much conflict in this and love.
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Welcome back π
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Good to read you again!
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Resentment and love… intertwined…
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The consummate love of father for son- plays out very nicely in this piece.
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Thank you π
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Interesting concept. ππΎ
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Thanks π
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