I Live With The People I Create

We Are Torn Between Nostalgia For The Familiar And An Urge For The Foreign And Strange. As Often As Not, We Are Homesick Most For The Places We Have Never Known.

The Mind Is Like A Richly Woven Tapestry In Which The Colors Are Distilled From The Experiences Of The Senses, And The Design Drawn From The Convolutions Of The Intellect.

We Wander, Question. But The Answer Waits In Each Separate Heart - The Answer Of Our Own Identity And The Way By Which We Can Master Loneliness And Feel That At Last We Belong.

I Do Not Have Any Home. So Why Should I Be Homesick?

It Was Like She Was Cheated. Only Nobody Had Cheated Her. So There Was Nobody To Take It Out On. However, Just The Same She Had That Feeling. Cheated.