By Aria Sheth

I often ponder over

The existence of another me

In a parallel universe,

A world I cannot see

Somewhere out there.

There is a content life form

Someone out there,

Wretched and forlorn.

And as I blink,

A soul in that world

celebrates life

And right there exists,

A community full of strife.

The unending possibilities

Of an infinite universe

The little bubbles of infinity

Among us who converse.

And yet those creatures

Think of us analogously

Our thoughts synced

Altogether vermicularly.

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