“At the end of the day we all look to finally make peace with our past.” [….click to read the full post]

My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul. 

I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day." 

XOXO ♡  © Fiona Crystal June 30, 20197 | 03:35 AM Fiona Diaries — 'Heartbeats and Wild Things' • All rights reserved