“the universe puts little bits of stardust in them; memory dust… soul traces”
– butterflies rising
“the universe puts little bits of stardust in them; memory dust… soul traces”
– butterflies rising
“when i look at you, the way all my senses shift, the way my soul sways”
– butterflies rising
“this becoming will ask for your breath, patience and for your fight, perseverance”
– butterflies rising
creative energy is necessary for me.
for how i find myself. and my voice.
for how i exhale. and how i heal. for how
i unbreak a broken heart
– butterflies rising
“you are a wild thing… but you are such a tender thing”
– butterflies rising