What it is.

Losing everything is gaining everything. nothing is as it seems. deception is all around but
each day is our own.
The loss of words. the meaning of truth. that absolute hope for the future.
could it be said to be happiness? could it be said to be a mere image?
or is it what it is?
the moments that are there.. right in front of you, right with you.
the days you know you can look back on and smile.
a little bit of confusion. yet self-explanatory all at once.
all over again.. all over again.
breathing it all in. life. YOU. everyone.
accepting nothing, disapproving nothing.
Knowing your boundaries.. breaking them day after day.
Feeling like shit. but hey "at least were feeling"
muttered apologies. awkward situations.
nights worth reliving.
days worth fast-forwarding.
GOING NOWHERE BUT EVERYWHERE.