Borrowing
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘Talk to me.’ Nothing left to say. Running from the stomp of reality. This was theirContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘Talk to me.’ Nothing left to say. Running from the stomp of reality. This was theirContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag You’re not alone, not anymore. This is part of it. Growth. The fear of rejection comingContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Crumbling fixtures. Flowers chasing age, embracing quality of length rather than its quantity. ‘Where did itContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘We’re kinda cursed.’ Not at all. We’re more along the lines of perpetual. Falling in holesContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag To plan is to carve memory at will. It’s to see tomorrow and live it twice. It’sContinue Reading





