It is tough to say what stages in life lead to. We will always fail to see past our own choices, bound as we are to previous experience and excruciating reminiscences. Where shall we lean next, which path should we take now? Does it matter, what the choice is, in the end?
I will pick my heart on this road, for my mind has rarely served me as well as it has been trusted. For the music of my soul, the heart will sing in its own incomparable splendour.
Welcome. And please stay.
I will pick my heart on this road, for my mind has rarely served me as well as it has been trusted. For the music of my soul, the heart will sing in its own incomparable splendour.
Welcome. And please stay.
