a personality is a neverending cycle of change.

it changes according to circumstance.
it changes according to the people which it interacts with.

it yearns to find a perfect self which its beholder will cherish.
it yearns to seek an acceptable face to present to others.

and then, it changes.

everybody's changing, as the passage of time passes.
putting on different masks, makeup and facades. sometimes.

still, who we are at heart should never change.
we have the choice of what we want people to see, of us.
and what they see, if what they will believe.

I really thought I knew you, but now?
What's left as we let the sands of time trickle by?
You've changed, like every other person.
It's drastic though.

Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe I never knew you in the first place.
Perhaps, I never let you in.
Perhaps.

Do I still know you now?

It all makes me wonder.