I believe a soul is like a house.
It keeps within part of the joys and laughs as well as the sadness and misfortune and all the they hardly let them go away.
Most people stop and knock at the door, inhabitants just walk right in and some weird people just burst though right into your very core. And you? What do you do? Were you expecting them, do they need an invitation for their visit, do you not want them near?
Have you ever wondered: Is my heart an open door? Not just for love but for the people you know or knew. Continue reading