Sunday, 20 April 2014

Thank God For Little Pleasures XXVI

The journey may be alright but the heart drives one home. 

Heard of the traveller who lost his heart on the way? He lost it to the path. So he was never home. Like a moth attracted only to the farthest candle, he never stopped fluttering. 

Never resting. 

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