But she will
stand up again,
like a phoenix
flying from its ashes,
like a butterfly
that was once
caged on itself.
—  ma.c.a // And she will live again
If you’ll just hear
all the stories
I’ve said to the moon,
you can never
count those times
I’ve mentioned
how much
I adore you.
—  ma.c.a // Words I Can’t Tell You