brookecutler2

  • Always Going to Love You

    I’m a dreamer. I was always going to love you like you’d never been loved before. Continue reading

  • To The Moon

    I am brave. And I am beautiful. And I will not waver in my belief that I am capable of making it to the moon. And back. Or just to the moon. Maybe. Continue reading

  • The Sunflower

    She was the Sunflower spending her days among lions, wondering why she couldn’t roar like them. Now she understands. Sunflowers don’t roar. They raise their heads to the breeze. And they shine. Continue reading

  • Love Will Find You

    But darling. Love will find you. With that very same wind that blew your wish away. Continue reading

  • The Quiet of Me

    Your soul spotted mine in that moment. Didn’t it? It’s why you looked away. It’s why I continued to gaze until those eyes returned to the quiet of me. Continue reading

  • Harmony

    Dark into light. Day into night. The contrasts of a woman swirl within the delicate human picture frame of me. And I wonder if day and night will ever find each other in perfect harmony within. Continue reading

  • Dreaming the Dreams

    Since the beginning of time, the beautiful dreamers have dreamed the dreams for all. Now it is time for all. To dream the dreams for themselves. Continue reading

  • Always

    Dance with me under the orange tree at midnight. Sing to me the colours of the morning. Breathe into me the knowledge of a wise and tender soul. And love me. Always and forever love me, until the sun goes… Continue reading

  • Miraculous

    It’s a truly miraculous thing, when a soul steps in to announce its presence. When the slideshow of broken memories roll in and out, and the wounded little girl meets her second chance to shine. Continue reading

  • Life

    She sat under the moon, folded in the quiet of night. The questions rolling down her cheeks were warm, and yet they were so so cold. And achingly unanswered. There was only surrender in that moment. Only a slice of… Continue reading