
what makes you feel…
and feel alive… how is your breath stolen…
i want to know your soul aesthetic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what makes you feel…
and feel alive… how is your breath stolen…
i want to know your soul aesthetic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →Soft Soul…
you are so sensitive,
and you think that’s what’s wrong with you…
but it’s something beautiful about you;
it’s what makes you so good.
so make no mistake… the way the
weight of the world around you affects you…
it’s because of something in you that
is so beautiful and good.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Soft Soul…
you are so
sensitive,
and you think
that’s what’s
wrong with you…
but it’s something beautiful
about you,
it’s what makes you
so good.
– butterflies rising
Read More →maybe there are
a few hard edges in you
and they just need a little soft touch,
and there are these tender places
in me that just need to know
this is a good love,
and maybe that thing i feel in the
way you take my hand…
how it’s slow, but certain,
i think it’s how we feel the light come in,
and maybe for just this moment
a little softness, and a little good love…
that’s all we have to be.
– trust fall
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →you turn these still
places into breathing,
this. warm sun… how it wakes
a motion
you take this feeling in me
and turn it into a high road,
and an open life
you can’t come here and ask me
to feel all this love, and not turn it
into the shape of you…
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
and you say we’ll find a way…
promise me we’ll find our way
– butterflies rising
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