Out with the old, in with the new

TWO PERSONA

You would have forgotten that you were different. I have to tell you this...

She looks beautiful and shaped like an hourglass. Those reddish-brown eyes of hers, reddish-lipped mouth, her long black hair and she dresses well. She's got class and yours in a primitive way.

She lived for painting and you live for paper and pen. Bunch of shelves with different story to tell- from one chapter to another, provenance of phrases and verses that left wisdom. You've spent your life in a vast library,

her life spent on lavish gallery. Where different stories are made, she can use of all essential materials like how she can coat any amount of colors on the canvas. The people would have seen her eminence works but she haven't. As the clear sea mirrored the sky, she mirrored herself clearly- She was painting for others but she hadn't even created her own.

... as you may spending this journey along with critics around you, one thing established beyond doubt-You'll be happy if only you'd found authentic self within you.

You've learned to speak one's mind for her time was unheard of.

-Inerys