#i stil didn't end up using half the screenshots

[sokkastyles]

I take off my hands and I give them to you,

but you don't want them so I take them back

and put them on the wrong way,

the wrong wrists.

Tonight you're thinking of cities under crowns of snow

and I stare at you like I'm looking through a window,

counting birds.

Imagine standing in a constant cone of light.

Imagine surrender.

Imagine being useless.

The stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

- Zutara + Seaside Improvisations by Richard Siken