#nsquote

Not all who wander are lost... but some are lost to endless  wonder.

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”

I am not a whole person. I'm simply a body made up of a thousand lonely souls each with a story to tell. And I wont be whole until each story is written. Until each one is released from my body and set free into the world. Until I am finally left with not one but my own.