Written by Jacob Ibrag
Sterile bright lights pierce through wandering
minds. Pauses in between sentences conceived between
acquaintances. Promises. “You’ve torn me open. I’ve never given
more than this moment.” Whispers are thrown into the
Fall trees. Words married to each fallen leaf.
Image by Evelyn Mostrom
Eyes + Words 
Sometimes, we give, too much of ourselves in our, interpersonal, interactions with someone, expecting that they would return the same, only that they didn’t, and, we feel hurt. And, it’s because of the expectations of gaining something in return in the interaction that we have with that certain, someone, that’s, made us, disappointed, and feeling hurt…
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For me, your work here made me think about how some people seem to only care about their own nourishment, willingly ignorant or genuinely blind to the other person’s needs. So much so that it’s to the point where it’s something expected—or even feeling owed to them—rather than being appreciated for what it is. To expend so much energy and emotional labor growing something with someone, only for it become discolored; to wilt; to die because of their own maladaptive—that does feel like being torn apart inside. That’s my interpretation, anyway.
Really enjoyed this a lot. It’s succinct, but feels really authentic and impactful. Thanks for sharing it!
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