it was the way you just let me breathe here. and just be here, you didn’t ask anything else of me…
– butterflies rising
Poem
Browsing Tag
“beautiful things spill out of you the way wildfires burn… the way butterflies fly wild… the way fireflies glow”
– butterflies rising
you are not lost… the ache you feel is just soul memory, and the restlessness is just soul fire.
– butterflies rising
nothing that is for me will need to be gripped or clawed at… just inhaled and taken in as it falls all around me like golden morning light
– butterflies rising
“like a butterfly, her wings unfolded”
– butterflies rising