peculiar

I write for myself,with a part of me doesn't know how to leave, how to say goodbye for those moments that strike me in the middle of the night, for the stories that are patiently waiting to get out of my head.

But today i'm woke up with a thousand questions of my life.

I seek to hide myself behind shadows and light, and it is your choice to pick and choose between the lines, to attempt to fish out the truth behind the fiction.

I wonders silently..

I miss you because you've changed.