you’re somewhere
in this world,
and i’m somewhere
else in this world,
and there’s this
feeling in my soul,
and i hope it gets to you
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re somewhere
in this world,
and i’m somewhere
else in this world,
and there’s this
feeling in my soul,
and i hope it gets to you
– butterflies rising
Read More →you have
imprinted on me,
leaving traces of you here,
leaving light in my pathways,
it has shifted my soul,
and this life won’t be the same…
i will not be the same
– butterflies rising
Read More →you have a
beautiful heart, babygirl,
and it’s meant to know
a beautiful love
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart tells you big things in little ways…
little whispers and nudges. different rhythms. little truths.
the gentle ones… like ease. and safe. and ‘it’s going to be ok’.
and ‘you are worthy’… maybe you don’t believe those yet, but they are for you.
let them come to you again and again until you can let them in because
they are for you. they are for you. they are for you… let life hold you.
and the less gentle ones, the uncomfortable ones… the ‘this is not for you’
and the ‘you can’t stay still here’… you can try to ignore them, or rearrange them,
but they’re going to linger until you listen. and what they ask of you may
tangle you up and turn you inside out, but they are trying to set you free.
so take them in, and listen.
and what you don’t… what you won’t listen to… those aren’t going to stay little.
they will become yearning. and ache. and the more you fight them, they are going
to pull at you and pull at you and pull at you until they eventually break you open…
and maybe even break you apart. but they are going to awaken you. and cleanse you.
and shift you. and grow you and grow you and grow you until they can turn you
into something so beautiful that you never before even knew you could become…
so let it all crash right into you.
you are made of heartbeats. and pulse. and instincts. and they are your compass.
and your truth. and your freedom. they are your way out… and your way home.
so let them guide you and awaken you and grow you and crash right into you if
they have to… whatever it takes for you to listen.
– butterflies rising
Read More →how soft
my heart is…
it just isn’t made for how
flawed humans love
– butterflies rising
Read More →the in-between…
sometimes a soul
needs a growing space,
a before space or an in-between
to go within…
but you can’t ask someone
to be a forever waiting for you
if you’re trying to fill
that in-between space with
other temporary faces
patience with a soul searching and pain from
an ego seeking… it’s not the same thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we’re here
with all this chemistry
in our veins,
so let’s stay up
and talk
about heaven, and earth,
and of your dreams,
and my dreams…
and maybe you could come closer and
show me love-colored things
– late night conversations
– butterflies rising
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