In between

life isn’t just highs or the moments you fall, it’s mostly the space in the middle of it all it’s laughing too loud at something so small, then staring at ceilings, feeling nothing at all it’s people who stay and ones that don’t last, it’s learning to live without your past it’s growing in ways you don’t always see, becoming someone you’re still learning to be and maybe there’s no perfect path you can choose— just roads that you take and the things that you lose but somewhere along it, through all that you face, you find little pieces that start to feel like place so life isn’t perfect, it bends, it can break— but it’s still yours to live… with each step you take.