i think it’s
how your heart just
spills out of you.
it's some kind of soul ache
just… pouring. out.
it's somewhere dark that
your spirit has had to fight from…
there's wreckage where it all comes from,
and there are times that just being
human feels like a violence.
but beautiful things spill out of you
the way wildfires burn… the way
butterflies fly wild… the way fireflies glow
…so let your heart be fire. and let your
soul be wild. and let your spirit glow.
because the way it all spills out of you
is just… breathtaking.
– butterflies rising