Each Second, Each Hour, Each Day

Isn't it funny how quickly life just passes us by? Each second, each hour, each day until eventually you don't realize how you got here. You just move through life to move, its mechanical almost. It feels like just yesterday your parents were tucking you into bed after reading you a bedtime story and now you have to tuck yourself into your own bed in an unfamiliar place. You try to make yourself feel comfortable, but you can't. You can't because you miss everything you used to have. You miss her smile, you miss his smell, you miss her laugh, you miss his voice. You miss everything. You miss the way you felt around them; you miss the life that you thought was once so complicated but was so much simpler than the present. You ignore the feelings just hoping that they go away. They don't. And next thing you know, you are all alone in a foreign place. You have friends, but they are all so new. You try to sleep, but the thoughts keep you up. You think about your old life like its in rewind, a never ending reel of memories. Each second, each hour, each day. The good, the bad, the indifferent. and then a single thought: isn't it funny how quickly life just passes us by? Each second, each hour, each day.