Holding My Breath

Aye!
Sup world.
Hope everything been good.
As for me...
well, its ok.
Could be better of course.
Im on Spring Break and I kicked it off with a trip to Temple to hang with my bro again.
It was a great weekend.
Met new people, dranked new things, and just lived it up ya know?

Then I came home.

I felt fine all the way up until I got in the house.
It just hit me with no reason,
no regard to my environment,
nothing.
Feels like a rhino is crashing through my head and my heart.
I can't tell you where my mind is right now.

Im not sure if Im missing the high or genuinely wanting to stay there.
Temple, im talking about of course.
I dont think I can bottle Maryland anymore.
This head rush extends past my room, my house,
UMBC, and all these small places.
They are all small in comparison to MD.
It feels like Im holding my breath when Im here.

Is leaving this place a dream?
Cause if it is, I either need to take the escape or buy a crutch to keep me from running away.
Im not sure though...
is it the high, the lies, the bliss, or something I really miss.
Can it be something I really need to go for?
I always talk about taking the moment, but is this right ?

Im trying to explain what Im feeling, yet I cant.
No words for this one.

Later Days