I am very much fascinated
by the concept of parallel universe,
different versions of myself,
living different lives.
One might be moving a mountain,
which gets an inch taller every day,
of all the melancholy.
Another one, might have already found,
a garden shining with Hydrangeas.
One might have discovered poetry,
in her lovers breath,
and the other,
on the sharpe edges of her,
broken and betrayed heart.
Other than that,
I am delighted to made aware,
of this idea,
because, if one dies here,
there are other versions of me,