shadow & sugar…

shadow & sugar... you are allowed to be a many-layered thing... to have texture and shades.

shadow & sugar…

you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.

– butterflies rising

shadow & sugar... you are allowed to be a many-layered thing... to have texture and shades.

shadow & sugar…

you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.

– butterflies rising

shadow & sugar... you are allowed to be a many-layered thing... to have texture and shades.

shadow & sugar…

you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.

– butterflies rising

shadow & sugar... you are allowed to be a many-layered thing... to have texture and shades.

shadow & sugar…

you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.

– butterflies rising