Written by Jacob Ibrag
Stretch towards the moon, towards
the power that shifts. The curvature of a smile
hidden upon each individuals lips. I stretch the hours
in my soul, where it counts at least a little bit. Text
dancing upon windows stage. Fallen pages of
a writer making sense of the little things.
Photo by Toa Heftiba
the headline in that photo π
Quite philosophical, make you wonder…
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Great metaphors!
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Thanks Antony π
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