It’s not with a reason, but it happens with love.

Straight but wrong on a stony journey through the roughness of contemporary being… Day by day. Always as real as it could get we cover us with a blanket of fallen thoughts and rotten hopes. Is this it? Well… If they say so.

No flying up, but standing high, at your bloody doorsteps just in between what we expected and what it was supposed to be. You burn down the darkest imagination and laugh about the deamons and devils. With a smiling rainbow just over your door you welcome the me with a soft smile and an everything gonna be alright. Hugh. Smile. And a drink.

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