Everywhere counts….

Many handshakes and strong gaze
As I hand over

I stayed at a place
And returned back home
But wherever I go so I meet mysterious people
Something that struck me long time ago
But after all, it feels better
Also choices have been wrong
My diary must account for all of the words
Today I am open on another seen
See the pictures above but some are too late
I remember it well
And leave off the bad