Lately, I either feel too much or not at all. I lost the in between.

The in between, I miss that. I’ve always felt like I was, myself, in between.

I was born in the middle of the month, in the middle of the year. Forever struggling between what is good and what is good for me. The bad, that is, that’s what’s good for me.

The in between, where no decisions were appealed. I would eat in between meals, I would shout in between prayers, I would run in between love.

In between is where the action was. And there was me. Standing in between, hiding in the shades where I was mostly unseen, With all my sins and my good deeds and all the beauty and ugly they hold.. in between.

In between is where both of my worlds used to meet.

And when I could no longer be in between

I started running,

I still am

For there is no world for me, except in the

Well, you know

the in between