Hearts bleed on to paper to echo memories. Like holograms they dance on the pages of my mind. Yet it seems a purposeful wind wists them away as ghosts again. I hope you’re doing well.
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.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings 