control the elements until i find
the piece of treasure i hide inside
peacock feathers and words divine
heal the divide that i am feeling rise
chop the wings of the butterfly
grounded but bruised
harbouring wounds
the way i feel is what i decide
so i decide to carry it differently
the cycle is not inherently stifling
so i decide to wait for it to come to me
you attract more flies with sweeter honey
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
control the elements until i find
the piece of treasure i hide inside
peacock feathers and words divine
heal the divide that i am feeling rise
chop the wings of the butterfly
grounded but bruised
harbouring wounds
the way i feel is what i decide
so i decide to carry it differently
the cycle is not inherently stifling
so i decide to wait for it to come to me
you attract more flies with sweeter honey
