You humans say that word so lightly. As if it were something one can hold in the palm of one's hand. But my eye sees everything -- Nothing can escape it. What it doesn't see doesn't exist. That's how I've always fought. That's how I've always lived. What is a heart? Could I see it if I tore open your chest? If I cracked open your skull, would I find it there?
6:34 pm on Wednesday, February 15, 2012 with 78 notes