It’s all different, it’s all the same.

It’s a place of anger. It’s a place of redemption. It’s a place of forgotten dreams that taste like forever. It’s a place of hope, it’s a witnesse’s heaven. It’s a place for the blind, A place for those who are awake. A place for those who mind, The chaos or some peaceful lake. At then end, at the end, It’s all different, it’s all … Continue reading It’s all different, it’s all the same.