It's hard. Isn't it? To feel a million things at once. And they're all conflicting with one another. But no one feeling shouting louder than any of the others. And so the only way to be with those feelings. Is to do nothing. Because it's so damn confusing to know what to do, if anything at all. And all the while. To feel like all of those pitiful feelings. Are completely unjustifiable. Especially the ones that tend to paint it all over that foggy thick gray color that mutes all the sounds and all the lights and all the feelings that really want to be coming through that feel like. Something. Happy. And so then. The only real way to feel. Is lost.