his words…

i just get captured by his vocabulary

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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traces of him…

it's been his soul passing through the others

i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.

– butterflies rising

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