When I am alone I look at the sky
I try to figure out the beginning and ending point
But every time end up in a never-ending space
Space which is ready to be explored
Space where there is no explanation
A place where I can be just me
I hold a brush in my hand
& think of the worst scenario
After a few minutes, I realized
I am already in my worst scenario
Suddenly a wave of fear ran in my body
The brush slipped off my hand
and I left the space . . . . .
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