the way he looks at her…
as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he looks at her…
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the way she looks at her…
the way she looks at her…
as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he looks at him…
the way he looks at him…
as if his smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter
– butterflies rising
Read More →dissolve into stars…
and maybe tonight we just dissolve into stars…
leaving gravity behind, quieting our heads and
trading all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin
– 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 →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 →wild air…
your beating heart, wild air,
and all the other things that make
me want to run free
– butterflies rising
Read More →his words…
i just get
captured by his vocabulary…
and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words
there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does
it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.
– butterflies rising
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