They say home is where the heart is. Given how absent most of us are, would that make us homeless? […]
The previous post feels like I over complicated a really simple concept, so here’s my second attempt at clarifying it. […]

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. […]

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. […]

Even the most cherished heart, if left without a home, will die of exposure. Cynically Jaded
What is it that stops us from affirming others while they’re alive, as opposed to waiting for their demise before […]