I saw this painting on the wall I thought it was you. But when I see a man on it.

My sight becomes blur but why?

Why did it change all of a sudden?

Is it because I made a mistake.

I doubt it my sight have been mistaken but my heart never will.

I’m still looking at this stranger. In front of me.

Which I try to remember.

Is it going to be alright if it could be an abstract?

For it was a complex abstract for my heart.

All I did was to stare at it till I got back to my senses and decided to draw something on it.

I drew a huge dot huge than I ever drawn before but why did I do it.

I really don’t know all I know is my hand has its own mind.

I wanted to tell you how could you, for not telling me the truth.

You kill me inside and this painting is the witness to your savage cruelty.

Oh… cause you are too cold colder than ice.

I just swear my hands did it and not me.

What will you do if it’s you who’s world turn upside down?

Leaving in a free world is my only wish.