“this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding, of letting things fall away,”
– butterflies rising
“this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding, of letting things fall away,”
– butterflies rising
“i’ve learned to
be gentle with that part of
me that takes it in so deeply
and holds on to it for far too long,that’s also the part of me that loves
like an awakening and knows what it’s like
to trace a soul in my fingertips”
– butterflies rising
“i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation”
– butterflies rising
“this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire… and your soul will stir”
– butterflies rising
“hold on…
these things that tear
your soul apart will someday
be no more than a faded memory
with no hold on you”
– butterflies rising