your heart
isn’t made to settle…
you must choose the greatest love,
and you have to chase the
greatest life
– butterflies rising
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my soft heart…
how soft
my heart is…
it just isn’t made for how
flawed humans love
– butterflies rising
Read More →my way of asking for your forevers…
i can’t say them.
i can’t say those three words.
i can’t say it in three words…
i can’t speak these things small.
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
and i can’t look at you and feel. these. things.
and fit them into predetermined patterns
and pre-ordered packages,
or practice how to speak them
in a rented ballroom,
or repeat them as a morning habit…
these are star things, and soul things,
and all of my everything, things…
so when you say…
do you, will you?
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild,
and up here where it’s infinite,
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this. and where i’ll feel you
after this, and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my way of asking for your forevers: the remix…
those three words…
i can’t say those three. little. words.
because…
i can’t say it in three words.
i can’t speak these things small because
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
i can’t look at you and
feel. all. these. things.
and try to fit them into predetermined
patterns or say them to you like
some sort of easy habit;
these things that i feel are star things
and soul things
and all of my everything, things.
so when you ask…
“do you?”
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild
and up here where it’s infinite
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this.
and where i’ll feel you after this,
and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →beautiful stardust: when you love wildly, your heart can break so. intensely…
beautiful stardust…
when you love wildly,
your heart can break so. intensely.
and passionate pain is brutal pain…
but it’s powerful pain too.
it stirs us in our soul places. and even when it
feels like it burns right through us and tears us apart,
it can be a catalyst if we let it.
we can pour it into things like music and art
and poetry… or turn it into growth and change
and inspiration and all these other beautiful things
that we can become and can spill
out into the world.
when you love intensely,
your heart can break so. intensely.so keep loving deep…
and keep your heart wilder than wild…
and breathe it all out as beautiful stardust.
– butterflies rising
Read More →while we’re here… we can try to love a little deeper, and burn a little brighter…
while we’re here… we can try to love a little deeper, and burn a little brighter, and maybe, just maybe, we make it a little softer here for someone.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i hope i make it a little softer here for someone…
angels and earth: some of us just aren’t made for how hard the edges are here…
some of us just aren’t made
for how hard the edges are here,
for how slow pain moves,
or how lost light can get,
and how heavy it all can weigh…
we’re surely not made for how flawed humans love.
but while we’re here…
we can try to love a little deeper,
and burn a little brighter, and maybe, just maybe,
we make it a little softer here for someone.
– angels and earth
– butterflies rising
Read More →keep letting go of all of these things that hurt to hold on to…
keep letting go
of all of these things that
hurt to hold on to…
let it all fall through your fingers
until you feel free
– butterflies rising
Read More →let it all fall through your fingers until you finally feel free…
in autumn… i want to let go of all of the things that hurt too much and are too heavy…
In Autumn…
i want to let go of all
of the things that hurt too much
and are too heavy to hold on to…
i want to let it all fall through my fingers
until i finally feel free
– butterflies rising
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