nothing that is for me will need to be gripped or clawed at…

nothing that is for me will need to be gripped or clawed at – butterflies rising poem

i once loved someone who kept saying… “be smaller. now smaller, still.“…

i once loved
someone who kept saying…
“be smaller. now smaller, still.“- butterflies rising poem

heartbreak seasons become growing seasons – butterflies rising poem

the way a sure but quiet & genuine confidence is so wildly attractive… – butterflies rising poem

little seeds, someday flowers… today i will be good to myself – butterflies rising poem

am i safe here, am i seen here, can i breathe here – butterflies rising poem

the sensitive and passionate souls are the flowers here – butterflies rising poem

never again let your heart settle. never. again – butterflies rising poem

i think you have to chase it. that thing that tells you… keep. going. – butterflies rising poem

passion in my chest like kerosene – butterflies rising quote & poem excerpt