i can’t stay too human for too long… it’s too heavy.
– butterflies rising
Read More →between soul and skin…
maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild universes…
the evolution of worth…
we carry all the weight,
and we create all the beauty,
until we learn that we deserve someone
who carries their own weight,
and radiates their own beauty
– the evolution of worth
– butterflies rising
Read More →there’s that corner of your smile…
there’s that
corner of your smile,
the one towards me when you’re
in the driver’s seat…
how it lifts just a little when i say
something sweet
…add that to my favorite things.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’m going to learn from this… and i’m going to grow…
someday i’m going
to love someone, and i’m going
to lay at their feet more love than they
could’ve ever imagined
…and you will never be anything
more to anyone than somebody that
someone, somewhere is
recovering from
– butterflies rising
Read More →my restlessness is running wild again, and the peace always feels like you…
my restlessness is running wild again… and the peace always feels like you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →break free with me. touch stars with me. lose time with me…
i’m restless and wild again… and all i wanna do is get lost with you…
i’m restless and wild again…
and all i wanna do is get
lost with you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →no mercy…
and after
everything,
you won’t even
grant me
the smallest mercy
of your absence
from my memory
– butterflies rising
Read More →confirmation bias…
stop listening
to the voice that tells you
that love is supposed to be hard,
it keeps leading you to places where
love ends up being hard.
– butterflies rising
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