The different shades of green on my plant remind me of these certain feelings that always been there but always go unnoticed. Watch things closely they said, but silhouettes intrigued me, blurry images satisfied me. I’m not very fond of the truths, so I keep people at arm’s length. They might connect the false dots, and perhaps I’ll draw the wrong lines here and there. And that’s okay because I will just end up losing track of my self in every scenario, imagining you instead of anybody else.