Firefly213

i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day. 'what're you looking for?' you asked. 'i'm not sure,' i replied. you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head. because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced. but maybe the only thing misplaced is me. - 'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day. 'what do you mean?' i replied. 'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?' a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i cou