Chicken.

I have half of my mind set on asking you "What are you trying to do really?", but i'm afraid that you'll give me the simple reason of "What am i doing? I'm just talking to my friend" If that's your answer i'm pretty sure i'll feel like crap after. With this i begin to wonder why i still want to ask questions. What's the point in knowing all the answers?

You appear,

You disappear,

Never just there,

But in the end,

It's just that i'm too chicken to confront you.