as many things as you want to be…

in spite of anyone else's barriers and limitations and boxes and stories... i hope you let yourself dream. and search. and discover.

no matter anyone else’s barriers
and limitations and boxes and stories…

i hope you let yourself dream.
and search. and discover. and grow.
and be many-layered, and curious, and unlimited…
and passionate and wild… and soft and vulnerable…
and have depth or lightness…
and be found or lost…

and be as many other things as you want to be.

and i hope you find a way to be unafraid and
unapologetic and undeterred as you do…

because other people’s barriers
and limitations and boxes and stories
are just that… theirs.

– butterflies rising

i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.

– butterflies rising

under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.

– butterflies rising

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that sweet soul sugar
and an ache inside to unfold
and to grow into so much more,
all that destiny written in her eyes,
she’s wild butterflies,
and she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face her fears
and to find her way through all of the dark
and the heavy that she’s carried for so long…
there’s fight here,
but there’s surrender here too.
and there could be so much freedom here
if she could just let herself fall into that
beautiful chaos and dig deep into
that passion in her bones…
she could uncover all the beautiful things
that those wildfires inside of her hold.

– butterflies rising

she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things that
she’s carried for so long

– butterflies rising

she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

she’s a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

let’s run free under starlight…
restless for our dreams and full of
wild defiance

– butterflies rising

i've got all this wildflower energy, and i see your wildfires when you look at me

there are others like us
out there… aching dreamers
like you and me, who’ve been
told it’s too much…
we’ve been wrecked in our spirit.
but what if we could still believe in things.
beautiful things, untouchable things;
even the ones they told us not to.
what if we just chase them anyways.
i think we could touch them…
because i’ve got all this wildflower energy,
and i see your wildfires when you look at me,
and i love that way you smile like
wild defiance… i wanna bottle it up and
use it to fight off all my fears.
so let’s leave doubt where it came from,
and let’s run free under starlight,
and let’s believe. so. much. that we
just can’t be told different.
and then maybe… we could show the
others that there is still so much for
them to believe in too.

– butterflies rising

we'll just run free under starlight. and we'll believe. so. much. that we just can't be told different

let’s run free under starlight…
and we’ll leave all of our doubts behind us
where they came from,
and we’ll believe. so. much. that we just can’t
be told different… restless for our dreams
and full of wild defiance

– butterflies rising

there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you

there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be who
and what you are…

and there is too. much. beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be who
and what you are…

and there is too much fire and passion
and magic and art and love in you
for you to not let it all be who
and what you are.

– butterflies rising

Tag: Free Spirit

as many things as you want to be…

i’ve got dreams… ones that are drenched in art and taste like adventure…

flower sun, fire moon… so beautifully wild…

she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies…

she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon…

she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…

she’s a beautiful wildness on fire…

let’s run free under starlight… restless for our dreams and full of wild defiance…

let’s run free under starlight… there are others like us out there… aching dreamers like you and me…

we’ll just run free under starlight, and we’ll believe. so. much…

to not let it all be who and what you are…