i’m feeling… trapped in between time and space. i’m i a place that has no name… no destination… i’m not sad, i’m not happy.  not sure if i’m feeling reflective… i’m just feeling. maybe out of sorts. maybe confusion. i feel like i want to cry but can’t explain why i’m crying if asked so i can’t.  i feel like i want to scream but don’t have the energy to summon it from my soul. i feel… too much and not enough. i want what i can’t have and don’t want what i do have. i want more but not too much.  i want something different, but i want things to stay the same.  i want to be held but not be touched. i want to talk but have the wrong ears. i want to… do… i don’t know.  i think i’m stuck in a rut. i think that there is more out there that i should be doing. i think that… thinking has gotten me into this situation i’m in now. maybe i shouldn’t think anymore. maybe i should purge myself of all thoughts. maybe i should just let whatever happen do what it’s gone do. maybe it is what it is and if it ain’t, phuck it. maybe… it’s just… hell… maybe it just is and i’m just too damn stupid to realize it.