Written by Jacob Ibrag Wrapped in confusion, or am I married to delusion that everything will gravitate towards its right place. Refraining from movement, its this belief that has me stagnant. Self paralysis. It’ll get better, no point of lifting a finger. After a while, the water starts coming in faster, reaching my neck. Yet I’m not in a panic, this was all meant to happen. Motionless, steady as an old man at an elderly home. Then it starts creeping into my mouth, and then […]

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