electricsatori

There are people that write because they feel that, deep inside, they have something to offer the world. They long for honey sweet praises and simple gestures that whisper to them "you are unique and lovely." They pray for you to pacify them with witless applause. They need your admiration, and approval.
I am not one of them.
Do not be scared to deconstruct my work. Step on the bloody stumps of my imagination, that's the only way they stop bleeding. Crush the bones of my stories until only a powdered dust is left. I will mix that dust and spread it over the soil in my mind, growing better flowers from the dead.

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The Dead - Billy Collins


I Think I Could Turn and Live With Animals - Excerpt from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman