
what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i don’t know why it is, but…
you feel like home,
and everywhere i’ve never been,
all at once.
it doesn’t make sense…
or maybe it does?
maybe love is the safest place you could ever be,
and every new and undiscovered place
you have yet to go,
all at the same time.
yeah…
i think that’s perfectly how it’s
supposed to feel.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said,
close your eyes for just one moment
and imagine…
what if everything you fear is an illusion,
and all these things you dream
are what is real
he wanted me to believe in the universe
– butterflies rising
Read More →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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