When I blink, I see these past three years have become an ill-fated trip. Who then would even know that I'm ready or just pretend to be ready. I settle and fit myself under the universe's arms like always, while watching the skies blur past as it spins around quite fast.
Universe has turned into an omniscient narrator rather than a person that will only come when I need it. In a particular way, I was headed to a place I'd never been. Right there, a door was ajar. I scanned the room and found it was empty. My eyes then landed on a wall that soon became a focal point.
"Hey that was me, wearing new glasses and another sexy-nerd things."
The light's off as I stepped inside. Somebody or maybe something clicked a picture of mine. I remained looking at it and suddenly my sweaty palms touched a bottle of water painting in varied color. I smeared it on the picture and used my two hands as the paint brushes to make large strokes. This is another version of me who fancies a dramatic and colorful portrait.
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