some things

after all these years, i began to justify her absence with my own reasons which i held very true to.
there are certain things i can't give.
i can't present to you all my feelings, becuz if so, i'll be weak infront of you.
i can't show you my past, i have too much to hide.
i can't give you your present, the past future is in every way similar, but no way possible.
a man without his truth. still searching, still seeking.
i am not done with myself.