We pay for wisdom with innocence.
May we come back around enough to not be jaded.
May we remember what it feels like to remain compassionate.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings
Writing from whatever the fuck moves me to. Maybe you'll enjoy some of it… most of it is a heart on the mend.
We pay for wisdom with innocence.
May we come back around enough to not be jaded.
May we remember what it feels like to remain compassionate.
May we let all the frills go. And be what we’re really trying to say, what we feel.
Every unturned rock within ourselves turned into a landmine for the other. we were trying to navigate through the explosions in real time. A hole within me became a bruising on you. A beating wound within you became scars on me.
Fire.
to ashes.
We burned.
Do you think… if we would have had more words then, it would be different now?