Leave bread crumbs. Don't burn the bridges too soon. And always know your way home.
Friday, November 9, 2007
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6 comments:
reminds me of hansel and gretel. will i ever find my way home?
i know it may sound strange but i feel as if i have never truely bee home...i feel as if its out there.....and you have no idea how excited i am to finally get the chance to find it.
but I know they wont understand.
I love this one. I believe that burning bridges too soon is not a good choice. But, often times I wonder if I chose not to burn it and get tempted to cross it again (and again), will it be the one to burn me instead...
now it's too late - my home is you
Home. Remember your way.
This picture means nothing to me. I know my way home and you know where to find me.
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