Game
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘Chase me.’ He used to. Won’t though. Feeds her addiction. Thrives on his attention. Abandoning her game. She whispers as he walks away, ‘here when you’re ready to play.’Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘Chase me.’ He used to. Won’t though. Feeds her addiction. Thrives on his attention. Abandoning her game. She whispers as he walks away, ‘here when you’re ready to play.’Continue Reading
5/24/2016 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want andContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Not enough. It’s never enough. He’s waiting for my answer as I taste the tip of my cigarette. This smoke, the only thingContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Reaching the top, a single tear made it’s way down his face. He was happy and yetContinue Reading
5/22/2016 “It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” – ArthurContinue Reading





