"Your face looks different now", an old friend said yesterday "Yeah, been a long", i replied, just to say something ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ doing hairs this morning i puzzled though did i really change? do we, ever? but why then i FEEL same about it, forever! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ sure we do, like we change attires for different occasions, we change faces too for different people, at different places i am plenty of faces myself an angry young man at home a polite and nice outside I'm a boss like rude face at restaurant while calling waiter an elegant courteous face asking for a change to a big-shop owner ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'm the old wrinkled face, wise having denounced the worldly affairs a little kid on days, innocent and curious I'm the face of loneliness that often roams on crowded streets and the failed success for a family who once took pride in I'm the face oscillating between teary and smiley, unable to catch the right emotion I'm the face of body with beautiful imperfect settings ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'm thousand different faces and counting... and I'm none of them really they all protect the vulnerable, fearful, unsure, childish face beneath and I'm not that either I'm none for I'm just the one who wears them all and that's it...