Written by Jacob Ibrag
Searching for pictures that mirror the
silver screen playing in your imagination. You’ve
just finished writing something pretentious. It’s an arranged
marriage of sorts. An image that used to sing differently to each set
of eyes listening. Unoriginal words borrowed from a conversation
you’ve heard recently. You look forward to their reactions. You
pray for their analysis. It’s meaningless gibberish until
they draw its shape. Displayed words fit for
interpretation. For you, a cathartic
therapy session.
Image by Mason Kimbarovsky
Eyes + Words 
The stories we tell, are, usually, not of our own, because, if they were about ourselves, they’d be, too, personal for us, to, tell those tales, objectively enough.
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