There's so many similarities in the difference of everything, be that as of circumstances or influence by surroundings (internal or external) whether that be within one's control or just the luck of the draw. I came face to face with bewildering astonishment when I walked past a peculiar mirror on the side of the road dead at night, abandoned. What I am about to pen just might surprise you as it did me when I stumbled across this oblong frame. It was different in ways inexcusable but one, one unexpected conundrum made clear upon approach, that was the reflection itself, flowing internally by distance in the motion closing in it with I. Marvelous upon sight and sensitive to the touch, my hand seeped through what felt like an airless, wetless bubble and I tried to retract my hand. I did, but my reflection, as it smiled, grabbed my wrist and sprawled me through.

Into the multiverse we go, different colors sporadically blow in a perpetual freefall what feels like forever outside our globe.
A sudden stop— motionless in proportions unbeknownst logic in this contortion blurred reality as I see it sprung to life from an explosion.
There goes life as I know it, faster than locomotives, another perception achieved through the eyes of another poet
Who lived life by a creed and no one ever noticed, his extremities exceeds my reads and my ability to ever quote it.
What I believed to be a dream never gave the slightest notion to exhume these untold stories experienced in one propulsion.

He looked just like me, but in ways unlike my physical attributes. Our main figure showed our key difference at a second glance. I couldn't speak, neither could he, or shall I say we? You see it was (could have) but again wasn't me and what looks to be only encumbered me what seems to lead this version of me never seized opportunities to enhance his physicality. Within the little time we studied each other, another me appeared, then another, and another. All versions collided together at once, all being the same in many and completely different in one, plenty, some, but never none. My uneasiness in this monotony transmogrified into wonder as an awe unfurled my curiosity to extremes to which held me transfixed to ascertain in a perceptible inclination our imaginations will now endure. One me conceives light as some sort of disease while another perceives life as some kind of dream, I've even seen one who sees green as yellow and our yellow as green.

I found myself unwilling to look away from this overwhelming apprehension that hurriedly fastened my attention enshrouded my basic needs to live life as I dreamt it, to live life as I as intended, indefinite infirmity in age could have prevent it with opportunities unperceived– unrelieved in these dimensions. One traveled the seven seas where the air was thick and stagnant. I viewed...