by Eugene Golovesov

Reposted from hvalj

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

Reposted from mahlstrom via 1911s