One morning I woke up and noticed I had someone else’s phone.
It belonged to a stranger who wore my face.
It didn’t make much sense to me and it didn’t make me uncomfortable either.
So I thought it was only a dream.
I read some of his messages and what he shares on his socials.
I also saw what he keeps to himself but maybe wishes he had someone to share it with.
It turned out it wasn’t my dream. It was his.
It was his dream about me.
Becoming me.
[…]
I blurred myself that morning.
VINIVERSE 