butterflies · Chicago · compassion · heartache · relationships · Uncategorized

Hands. Put your empty hands in mine.

  & scars, show me all the scars you hide. & hey, if your wings are broken… please take mine so yours can open too.   I haven’t written for a long while. Well, that’s a lie. I have, I just haven’t posted any of what I’ve written. So here’s the thing. I feel like… Continue reading Hands. Put your empty hands in mine.