“i want to melt into you like wild honey,
you feel like summer sun”
– butterflies rising
Poem
Browsing Tag
“the way she’s such a soft thing and still lets everything made of fire”
– 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