Did you always know your fate? Do you know mine? Is this why I am trying to connect?
Pessoa. My-self. I.
I used to imagine what it would be like to be a duck. To be that… calm on the water.
Because of what happened today… I’m gonna have to get used to being seen as the other, the enemy within.
One September Night
This kind of thing’s only a problem if you make it one.