you breathe different air with people in your life who give you space for the versions of yourself you’ve yet to become
– butterflies rising
“he’s always been searching for some way to escape gravity”
– butterflies rising
“our in-between spaces can make us feel like giving up”
– butterflies rising
“paper planes, or angel wings, anything to lift the heavy”
– butterflies rising
“somewhere
there is a lover who
will kiss you like you have
poetry and addiction
on your lips
and needs your touch
and taste like mercy
on their soul”
– butterflies rising