Something hidden we can’t see, without seeing it how do we know it is there. If we know it is there, then how can we say it is hidden?
We are lonely, when we cannot find our Heart.
We are blind, when we do not listen to our Heart.
We are dumb, when we cannot speaks from our Heart.
We are dead, when we do not have love in our Heart.
// A little inspiration from visiting http://memyselfandela.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/solitude-5/ //