Written by Jacob Ibrag
It’s implicit, the desire for conspiracy. Images of
each second of all time working relentlessly. It has to
be just right. A little bit of a struggle to appreciate success.
A hint of heartbreak to know what love is. Perfect in its
imperfections. Steady veins through planned traffic.
Forever flowing from this moment to the next.
Image by Redd F
Eyes + Words 
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