let yourself be
a many-layered thing
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Self Growth
when you love, the music around you becomes the soundtrack… when a music lover loves…
when you love,
the music around you becomes
the soundtrack to the stories you are living
with that person in them
that time, those places, those moments,
it intertwines with all of it.
it becomes the energy that captures what you
feel with them, what you feel for them.
it becomes this visceral, engraved part of the life you live,
the life you know… a life that has them in it.
so, when it ends…
when you have to start unweaving
them from your stories, and untangling them
from your energy, and unraveling. them. from. your. life.
out of everything you have to let go of…
i don’t know if there’s
anything harder to let go of
than the way a song makes you
feel about them.
– when a music lover loves
– butterflies rising
Read More →just take me somewhere that takes my breath away…
entire universes…
letting go of heavy things…
i’ve been letting go of heavy things and i’ve been healing a spirit…
i’ve been letting go
of heavy things
and i’ve been healing
a spirit, and tending to a soul, and
listening to a heart. and i’ve started to
exhale. and to breathe in… and to
breathe. in. a life
…and i’ve been letting go of
so, so many heavy things
– butterflies rising
Read More →little by little, i’m learning to love myself. and it might be slow…
little by little
i’m learning to love myself.
and it might be slow,
but i’m certain in letting go of
all the things that tell me i shouldn’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love and wandering…
when i get close,
and when i let walls fall…
i become a wild mess. and i get fully disarmed.
i just wildflower open… soft. vulnerable.
and i become such an easy mark for the way that forever is
such a pretty word off the corner of your smile… and god,
how it feels like the sweetest. thing.
and i swear it… that stars shine brighter,
and skin feels even softer, and songs sink in a little deeper,
and the words are the sweetest. sugar.
and they mean ten times, a hundred times, all the times more…
and i feel it all like lightning and soul-imprint in my marrow.
and it’s beautiful. and it’s terrifying.
because my safe space… is in the wild open…
where there’s growing space and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright, and my wings are wide,
and my breathing is all its own, and where i can always
feel the way my heart beats on its own…
with me over here. and you over there.
and i don’t know if my heart will ever settle it…
the way everything is more beautiful when i’m in love,
but i feel so much stronger when i’m not.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in the wild open…
my safe space…
is in the wild open.
where there’s growing space
and soul-searching space,
and where my fire is bright,
and my wings are wide,
and my breathing is all its own…
and where i can always feel the way
my heart beats on its own.
– butterflies rising
Read More →breathe easy now… you don’t have to carry other people’s heavy anymore…
breathe easy now…
you don’t have to carry other
people’s heavy anymore
– butterflies rising
Read More →muscle memory…
i spent so long aching for him to be good to me,
to just let someone be good to me…
it’s a whole new muscle memory
my heart still has to learn.
– butterflies rising
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