traces of him…

it's been his soul passing through the others

i think
it’s been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.

– butterflies rising

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it could be something beautiful…

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising

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the true experience of love…

i want the true experience of it

love… it isn’t found in
rings and dresses for me, and not in
shared property, or contracts…
that’s just some presentation of material things

for me, love is what you feel in your heart
when no one is looking,
an honor and an integrity that you’re naturally
drawn to in your actions,
an effortlessness, a passionate desire to
treat someone so beautifully,
an energy between you that connects you
to an infinite and magical truth…

i’ve never wanted the presentation of love,
i want the true experience of it

– butterflies rising

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