it’s the most terrifying but most beautiful thing when you realize your path is you-shaped
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s the most terrifying but most beautiful thing when you realize your path is you-shaped…
Tag: Madness
and you’re in this place where there are no footprints in front of you…
and you’re in this place where there are no footprints in front of you, and there isn’t anyone else here to ask, and they wouldn’t have your answers even if they were… everything here only feels like you. but it’s how you know that it’s your path.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i saw one step. in the dark. not a path. not even two steps…
i saw
one step. in the dark.
not a path.
not even two steps.
so i took just one step.
and i didn’t know if there
would be another one waiting,
but i took it anyways…
because i’m trying to have
a brave heart
even when it feels so. dark.
so with no light
and everything unknown
and not even very much hope,
i took a little step.
and then…
there was another little step.
and everything in me breathed wild relief,
not because i’m where i want to be yet…
but because there was another step.
and so now i have a little hope.
and i still don’t know what’s waiting,
and i don’t know when i’ll get to
where i pray that i’m going,
but i know that when i do… i’ll look back
and see just how much it mattered
that i took that one little step.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to have a brave little heart even when it feels so dark…
love that blooms wild and burns bright…
the kind of love
that shifts you. and stirs you.
and awakens you. and inspires you.
and blooms wild and burns bright
inside of you… and for you…
and through you.
a visceral thing that you touch
and taste and feel in your senses,
in your being, in your soul…
in your everything.
a knowing.
beyond what you understand in your head,
a knowing that you feel in your heart…
one that you feel in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →everything beautiful i can’t make sense of…
you’re out there
and i’m here wishing i could
reach for you as easy
as a star could cross a sky…
just fall across your chest
and feel it all again.
your way of settling my madness with
that soft… slow… “baby” late at night,
and how you feel like everything beautiful
i can’t make sense of.
it’s a dangerously pretty edge
when you’re here,
but there’s a wild ache when you’re not,
and my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are.
i still feel you, and i miss you
and i miss you…
you are the sweetest feeling i know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs…
you.
…the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs,
and who you are, and how you are, and how you think and
speak and feel and exist and move,
and there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think
this is maybe love… how you actually give a damn
about all this mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said, what do you want? i said… you…
he said,
what do you want?
i said… you.
he said,
no. i want to know what you want… for you.
i want…
to search. and stretch. and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered, under the moon, into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger and biggest,
and to feel free in here… inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe say… yes, you are worthy of all this.
and yes… you.
…the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs,
and who you are, and how you are, and how you think and
speak and feel and exist and move,
and there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think
this is maybe love… how you actually give a damn
about all this mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think maybe it’s love…
there’s this feeling when you look
at me… i think maybe it’s love… how you
actually give a damn about all the
mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →keep chasing all that sweet and wild rebellion in you…
the sweet and wild rebellion in you…
the sweet and wild rebellion in you…
the poetry
in those eyes…
those dreamer’s eyes
learning to see in the dark.
and all that beautiful madness
tangled in your hair.
toes dangling over the edge,
testing a new universe.
it’s ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love…
but also, let yourself start to take up your space.
and don’t you dare say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’ll be rejected for these wings, these fires,
for this sweet and wild rebellion in you.
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so keep choosing you…
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you
ordinary tame you ever again.
– butterflies rising
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