I thought I was opaque enough in concealing my true feelings.
I used to feels secure behind those wall which me, myself built upon.
Where, I could freely walk around.
Play around.
Breath around.

It's my guilty pleasure, in a way.

Now.
Those wall seems to be cracked open till a few able to catch a glimpse of what inside.
The restless me.
The insecure me.
The nervous me.
The... 'me'.

Now.
I do not even know how to act around those people.

But until then, since you have catch a glimpse.
Thanks for staying. Thanks for understanding.
Thanks, for comforting.

I might ran away.
Someday.
Because, truth to be told.
That's just likely,
Me.