portrait of her

Sometimes, rarely as that might be, I see a portrait that makes me think that I would have loved it if someone had taken it of me. The exact replica. This is one such example. And it feels so damned strange, because it was a portrait taken by me.

17 years separate me and this girl in age, and yet we are ridiculously alike, while being insanely different all at the same time, and there is not a drop of blood between us that could explain such fusion…

Soundtrack: 30 Seconds to Mars “”City of Angels” (live at Radio Nova)” (click here to listen)

 

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