Having a confused mind is like cruising through time; wondering why you forgot to tell the past goodbye. You arrive at an unknown interlocation; between fantasy and the realm of war and nations. The past is real, but you feel realer. You know the past happened but you forgot what it's like to feel her. Like a bad dream, the past feels disconnected; from your reality, from all who had felt it. Everything still fits together, I don't gloss over the seams; I panic and freak out when things aren't how they seem. This consistency creates a new normal, I don't remember who, why or what I was; or when I was, but formal----ly, as I remember the stormy seas, the tides raise and I remember things, that I repressed, things I regret; I am caught in reality's great sweeping net. Me against the others, all like me, struggle and pulling to just want to be free, of this god damn net.