A visual journal of becoming
Hiding the layers
Under the moonlight
Lost in the thoughts
Hoping to get out
Till the moon glows
And lightens the dark
Wearing my favorite mask
In the name of the forgotten memories
To find the untold story
Hoping to conceal the identity
Which sends me red flags
And locks me in the sunset room
To realize that the unseen dimensions
Are the mirror of our mind.
The broken angel,
Your portrait of the unseen.
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