When you touch a butterfly it loses power over its wings You destroy it, make it static The greatest insult comes from preventing movement Because suddenly It can’t escape the surrounding wreckage It’s trapped, prey to predators Only knows rubble And I wonder why, If we know that we hurt the butterfly, We’re tempted…
I tore the skin on my knees. Not enough to gush, but enough to flood to the surface, and I scraped my hands too. How do we learn to catch ourselves when we fall? Why do our hands automatically outstretch, bear our weight, stop our motion? Why do we want to fly? Falling is the…
How people handle joy and pride shows you a lot about them. How people handle pain and remorse shows you even more. I’m not the girl who sits on countertops and swings her legs slightly as she falls in love or makes a big decision. I’m the girl that makes pro/con lists and sees everything as a process.…
Victim to Charm 