You’re like a cherry blossom.

I see you,
feel you,
breathe you.

I seek you out
in the dawning of spring.
Feel your presence
as it radiates new life within me.
I breathe your scent
and I know that the winter is done.

You’re like a cherry blossom,
and you’re growing
in my heart.

"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth."

(via operation-hourglass)

(Source: astrasperas, via sixteen)