Bliss and Loss

At times it’s all consuming. The feelings of bliss and loss bound into one nondescript emotion. Knowing, but being so desperately far away from the knowledge. Profound happiness disconnected from its source, yet existing nonetheless. It’s suffocating.

A blinding fog. Simply being aware. Only seeing what is immediately in front. That’s how we all are. I used to do everything in my power to glimpse through the haze, but have learned that not being able to see something doesn’t mean it’s not there. Sometimes feeling its presence has to be enough. Sometimes ‘one day’ has to be enough. Especially when it’s all you have to hold on to.

Bliss and loss. When combined: the feeling you get when something is gone, but you know it will one day return despite not having any tangible evidence.