Ask yourself
Is lone a matter for the head
or for the heart?
(Jane Austen)
Come by this line in her book today, and I stop. I drop the book in my lap and close my eyes.
Inevitably brilliant question.
I try to ask myself and figure out what could be the right answer. Well, all that come out from my head is the title of the song that David Cook sang beautifully last night on his final performance on American Idol, "I'm still haven't found what I'm looking for"
Is the journey in this 'looking thing'
should always feel so lonely?
Both for the head, and for the heart?
