by divine right
There's almost nothing I can't do. There's so little I can't accomplish. So few places I can't go. If I can't do it... I can fake it. But what troubles me is that no matter how deep I dive, regardless of how far down the path I travel, I can't do it as anything other than Owen.
It's this feeling of being stuck. Every single place I go I'm tied (Down?). I'm always changing and talking and meeting and learning and throwing myself against against the rocks, to shatter, to reform... but where am I? Who am I? I'm the same. And maybe that wouldn't be quite as bad if I weren't just a void.
I can't put that into words. Because... in the absence of words an understanding is forced to grow. even if it grows bent.
It's this feeling of being stuck. Every single place I go I'm tied (Down?). I'm always changing and talking and meeting and learning and throwing myself against against the rocks, to shatter, to reform... but where am I? Who am I? I'm the same. And maybe that wouldn't be quite as bad if I weren't just a void.
I can't put that into words. Because... in the absence of words an understanding is forced to grow. even if it grows bent.