It’s a temporary feeling to be lost in the crowd yet feel so isolated, to have your mind up in the sky without any real grip on reality.  You’re at a loss of words, loss of a clear distinction between reality and dreams.  Everything somehow came together as a blur and though you may find joy, you feel at a loss of identity.  And it’s the kind of identity in which you just feel stuck, a same-shit-different-day kind of thing.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but who likes feeling stuck?  Overworked, overstressed, just over everything.  Easy to mask, however, this mask can only do so much for such a small period of time.  But what I like the most is in knowing that this feeling is only temporary, in knowing that I solely have the power to change that.  Sudden epiphanies, the “little things,” and constantly being surrounded by genuine people that I love… these are enough to get me through my day.  And until I find that push, I have to keep going and keep moving forward.  Time stops at nothing and these temporary feelings can so easily be suppressed if I focus on what’s more important.

Everything will be fine, everything in no time at all.  Hearts will hold…