in the in-between, on my way to being the full being I'm meant to be, for me, and for
the future we, and all the me's that I have been. Dreams have come to tell me of
the path that lies ahead, the things that I must leave behind instead of me for
dead, the parts that have finally reached their dead end, and at the end of it all
there always seems to be some more to dig up and through, but that is what we do, we
live, and are alive while we learn to survive and then thrive in this life. Cut
open the pieces buried deepest inside, to let out the pieces that still try to
find their place to hide in our lungs, in our hearts that have stung for so long
we've become accustomed to being this numb and this hung up on all of the
potential instead of the truth, it's all monumental and accidental and truth, and
only as instrumental and detrimental as you allow it to be, can allow ourselves
to be used. I wade in the waters of the in-between
until I'm born again, anew and renewed.