Who? Asked so many times... the question... always with a different answer.
More? Just different? Does a person ever really change?
Can’t it just be a never before heard, new, part of the soul exhibiting itself?
Lika a painting slowly being uncovered from lands of the abstract and thus displayed, through a catalyst, in our physical realm.
Can a broken mind be fixed? A shattered brain put back together?
Would anything then be the same?
What is a vagabond without dreams but a broken man looking for home?