A place is full of history,

full of stories,

full of feelings.

A place that may seem beautiful

turns out to be a nightmare.

For one person it is heaven,

for another it is hell.

Locations evoke memories, 
provoke fears.

There is a place I avoid.

Under consciously.

But once I realized how long I haven't been here,

doubts arise.

This is a place

full of atmosphere,

a place

where people chat and study, by day

and get drunk near the church, by night.

But there is something

that no one recognizes

in this space.

A place

with a pond in the middle

once I was splashed by some guys.

My underwear shone through.

I remember 
the night two years ago.

I was standing in front of the concert hall.

Waiting for you

at this place.

I felt humiliating looks of the guests,

dressed in chic designer clothes.

I wore a no-name shirt and jeans.

The outsider in the crowd

who was standing out.

Left alone without a message.

In the past, we had it,

had this space.

But in the present

I hate and miss:

you and this place.

     -To all lost souls.