puppet shows.

i miss you, even when i don't really know you. there are games that i want to play, where shadows leap across cream-colored walls. but our lives are so separated, i'm always watching from the outside-in. we're like shadows; i can never hold your hand, but you're always there in my life. and like shadows, i have to break the walls that separates us to get to you, but when that wall is broken, you'll be lost too.

Done