when she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. they wanted her to change back into what they always had been,. but she had wings. Life is change.use your wings.
It’s hard not to fall in love with someone when they see the mixed up parts of your soul. When they understand the darkest and dustiest corners of your mind. and they call because they know you’re not asleep.
"Life is unpredictable, it changes with the seasons, even your coldest winter happens for the best of reasons. And though it feels eternal like all you'll ever do is freeze, I promise spring is coming and with it, brand new leaves.
Dust If You Must A poem written by Rose Milligan of Lancaster, Lancashire, England. The poem was first published in the September - edition of The Lady (magazine) in It is usually attributed to either "Unknown" or "Anon".