May 31, 2009 00:40
Like the crows gazing upon the dead knight. They criticize and decipher his life and it's actions. But really, that's what makes us real. behind the mask.
Not really what we say, that's so temporary. Words.
It's what we do, what we choose. The little things in life we keep around. And no one knows the real meaning behind it but yourself. Our little materialistic things that hide our true insecurity or awkward state of mind. Is what we own who we are?
If I were to throw away everything I own. Would I be viewed as something different? Something more?