I sit on the window sill looking out into the night. The sky is stained dark pink from all the city lights. It makes me sick to know that I won't see the stars, But it's also comforting because it reminds me of all the good nights, I spent in the city at night, With my friends and with my family or just by myself.
If you must know why I'm like this It is because everyone else is more sure and more who they are Than I am And I don't know myself or who I am I'm never sure what I'm supposed to feel and think Or what I even feel or think. Everything is still a puzzle for me and I don't even have a single piece in the right spot.
I just realized, How many small things had to occur, In order for me to have met you. All the small accidents, All the causes and effects, Everything I went through, All had an impact on me finding you.