Pockets of honey

With every step, you climb another mountain.
Every breath, its harder to believe.
You'll make it through the pain, weather all hurricanes.
To get to that one thing.

You're that one thing.

And when love just isn't:
I love you. You love me.
We are happy family.

Its not that simple and insanely, thats what keeps us sane.
Because feeling all the pain and love together, we know we are alive.
We expect and judge.
We ask and forget about giving.
We love and forget appreciating.

If only we could keep all these in mind.