On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders.
Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys.
Then I realise, no matter how much I overthink, there will never be ‘right’ answers.
Just, empty replies.
Your truths. My truths.
All along, I kept asking the wrong question. So.Who are you when we first met?
Who are you now?
A stranger. Fleeting.Strapped with unknown truths.