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unfold, my little butterfly (you are beautiful, so achingly beautiful don’t ever let anyone think anywise), open space for — more

free fall (without thinking, without weights) into the glowing blur of warm city lights, right into the centre (into now, into the mess of limbs and deeper into the growing dread and hollowness) & breathe, breathe, breathe. (curl inwards) feel the steady build-up of oxygen in your lungs until your chest is heavy with energy and then. . . l e t g o

. allow touch to press into your hollow parts and fill the emptiness with definition, with meaning and emotion

( small moments... moving, allowing the sunrise to wash over you, spreading your fingers flat over the cool glass, rolling into grass&mud, laughing just because...)

thousands moments slowly filling the gaps into your bones. big and small. precious things glittering like diamonds into your heartbeats.

and — oh my sweet darling, bloom

(spread your beautiful smile, let your heart expand) (—live)

& explode winter with flower stars, existing despite everything, colour into a world filled with only white darkness

love, love and hate and cry and reach, reach out towards those ocean lights that you’ve thought that were always too far (hidden stars that only exists in your dreams)

.... because you can