i find myself drifting, detachedly, into a reflective reverie. and i wonder if i miss you. i wonder why i'm lost without you. or rather why i hide. unwilling to allow the effusive sides of myself to appear. withdrawn, restrained, distracted. faraway.
and i guess that i don't know what i want. i guess that if i knew i'd be alright with and without you. but i'm not really there now, and for awhile now.
you make me want to be me.
