Apr 23
Blue ink butterflies on my skin,
temporary, but they hold the kind of magic I don't want to let go of.
They're not permanent marks—
just little blue echoes of the girl I'm still learning to be:
soft, messy, and finally starting to bloom.
No forever promises, just a quiet rebellion.
These wings don't need to stay forever
to remind me I can fly, even for a little while. 🦋
TempooCos