Is it possible for nothing to make sense, but yet it always does make sense? For so much to have changed, yet nothing has changed at all? For space to have a place, but no place at all? For contradictions to be understood yet are too complex for most to understand? For time to have no beginning or an end, but feel that it is running out? To want to cry, but don’t know why, but feel that you must? To breathe but feel like you’ve died, making you the deadest person alive? To be at home in a place that you’ve never been before? For a dream to become a reality and your reality to become your dream? To have all of the answers to questions you have never asked? To truly think, yet have no opinion at all? To be caught in the middle of what you desire and what you need? To be just, but just can’t comprehend, why it doesn’t just? To want to hide but want to be seen? To want to flee, but want to stay? To feel touched by something you’ve never felt before? To be in between today, in the meantime, and tomorrow? To stand in the midst of all these things because that is all that can be withstood right now?
