You Always Hurt The One You Love | The Mills Brothers
i think i’m really good at making myself an outsider looking in in a lot of situations. i’ve always been very independent but sometimes it gets lonely. i want what i can’t have and what i can’t have is the world to fill me with its colors and to take everything else away. i don’t consider myself a person as much as i consider myself an empty vessel that takes and takes and takes and tries to convey all of everything in smaller and smaller words. i can’t write poetry anymore because i feel like a landmine and don’t know where to stop without exploding myself into millions of little pieces. there is never enough time to take a breath and erase yourself clean, lose yourself in words and books and have the freedom to disappear. there is always so much movement, so much flux, so much world that i’m missing and i don’t have enough lives to live them from every angle that i want to live them.
A barn owl leaves an impression after flying into a window. There are a variety of theories as to why birds hit windows - the most obvious is that windows are clear and the flying creatures simply fail to spot the danger in time. Others have pointed out that birds often appear to strike windows deliberately. Some people believe the birds see their own reflection in the glass, being territorial they may mistake this for a rival and be trying to scare them away.