Searching. I’m searching. I’m searching for her..

Where did she go? And.. why did she leave?

Oh… where did you go? Where did that time go? What happened to those old times, that old feeling.. the fast-paced, hopeful, happy, crazy old feeling. The feeling of knowing where you are, knowing where to stand, where to put your feet.

Now I don’t know. That girl has gone away. The world, my life, her life, it was all so small. It all fit into this one tightly-fit, compact, square box. But someone opened that box, and I don’t know when. And then she left, leaving me here, with no where to stand.

I’ve gone blind, but I can see more clearly too. At the same time, is that possible? I’m lost.

Everything I knew… what did I know? What do I know now? I don’t know anything now. I don’t know.

I’m not sure if I want to go back. I don’t want to be that girl again… but sometimes it feels like I do. Because now I’m not anyone.

So I guess the question is… is it better to be her or to be no one at all?