“and you’re in this place where there are no footprints in front of you”
– butterflies rising
Poetry
Browsing Tag
a love language…
love me for the way i’m a wildflower,
and then come closer and love me like wildfire.
– butterflies rising
“when you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul”
– butterflies rising
“now that i know you exist, how do i not love you”
– butterflies rising
“there is nothing i could lose that i would miss as much as i have missed the feel of my own soul”
– butterflies rising