Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via lastingtraces)
A squirrel, two sparrows. A crippled dog. Hit. Grasp, save, grasp, hit, miss. Miss. Miss again. And I see your eyes. Fur, feathers. Blood. And that noise. Tree, fence, sunshine. Miss. Save. Hit. Hit again. And that noise. Sparrow. I’d pick you up from the grass. But there’s nowhere to take you… I am one of them. Sister of mine, don’t worry. Hit, miss, save. Skin, bruises, blood. And I see your...
Every person tries to flee himself—yet despite ourselves, we remain attached to...