to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →even if it is
madness to do so,
i will let myself feel you.
and even if it is through madness
to find you… i will search for you.
and no matter how far
and wide we wander,
how. desperately. we lose our way,
i will look for you in every lifetime…
until we finally stay.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love in flowers, soft
i love in fire, wild
i love in sky, free
i love in stars, forever
– butterflies rising
Read More →lay here…
safe in the
morning light,
soft in the daylight,
until sunlight becomes
skin light,
breathe in and
let the flowers wrap
you up in sweet
until the air comes easy
from your chest,
until the sky becomes
something you can touch,
and the earth becomes
somewhere you can stay
and still have wings
– butterflies rising
Read More →earth, fire, water, sky…
wild, soft, free… and full of flowers.
she makes everything beautiful,
everything about her is made of soul.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what makes you feel…
what makes you. feel. alive.
how is your breath stolen.
how. and when.
does this life give you arrhythmia.
what pulls at you so much that it
hurts not to chase it.
the dreams out there, the hopes in here.
the art, the words, the songs…
what shifts you.
that somewhere beautiful in this world
that calls to you in the early light.
those aching things that keep you up
so restless after midnight.
what takes you higher than this world,
what takes you deeper into your soul light…
all of those things…
i want to know. those. things…
show me all of your soul things
– 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 →Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels
– 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
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