
I wish I was both young and stupid
There was an innocence that you never recognized in my eyes, perhaps it was my age in numbers, or the life you perceived I lead. The girl with a city’s worth of stories carried around in a too-big bag must have been around a few times, or more. Purity did not emenate off of my skin because so much of it had been ripped from me, without warning, or consent. But that’s the thing, if I did not give things away freely had I really given them away at all? Hope was my only refuge, and I clung to it, … Continue reading I wish I was both young and stupid