sometimes you lose who you are in something that you think you really should be, without striving, without reaching, without stretching, but you are there and you realize it and you don't know where to go because you don't remember how you got there and then you miss it,
home,
more then before and sometimes it hurts and other times you forget that it does and its better then you ever expected it to be.
but thats when you forget.

oh, im sorry,
i really did.