this love story has been a slow fall. and these wings have been a slow unfold.

this love story has been a slow fall. and these wings have been a slow unfold. – butterflies rising poem

sometimes this world feels like the heaviest place that we could ever know

sometimes this world feels like the heaviest place that we could ever know and it aches just to breathe here

and there are all of these beautiful things… sunlight, goodness, stars… you – butterflies rising poem

it's the most terrifying but most beautiful thing when you realize your path is you-shaped

where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. – butterflies rising poem

shadow & sugar… you are allowed to be a many-layered thing – butterflies rising poem

i have to believe that pain doesn't just wear our hearts out

i have to believe that pain doesn’t just wear our hearts out – butterflies rising poem

why are we not letting the beautiful things be the ones that grow wild - butterflies rising

why are we not letting the beautiful things be the ones that grow wild – butterflies rising poem

i think i've always fought stillness with chaos… maybe because it feels easier - butterflies rising

beautiful in the unknown – butterflies rising poem

when i love, it's the littlest things about someone that can make a complete mess of me… details, i love madly in details

a complete mess of me – butterflies rising poem

we lose ourselves in the wild blush, and the moment grips at us to stay. here. - butterflies rising

we lose ourselves in the wild blush – butterflies rising poem

you’re a wild butterfly finding your way – butterflies rising poem