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.
Tag: honesty
What reflection?
I’ve been so scared… because I had forgotten what it felt like to care. The numbness of not knowing, not remembering, though anemic, felt safer than to try and understand it again.
Ironically, this wasn’t as much for others… as it was for the person I hadn’t heard from in the longest. My self.
