It was always the in between.
Never soaring high up in the sky
Never drilling deep into the crux
Floating mid air, blinded by mist.
It was always the in complete.
Never absolute happiness so immense
Never devastating sadness so crippling
Thriving in illusion, numbed by nerves.
It was always the in secure.
Never swimming in the seas of positivity
Never drowning in the floods of negativity
Steadied yet confused, by the vacuum of neutrality.
It was always the in sufficient.
Never enough, no, push harder
Never the best, no, mould neater
Polish your flaws, sharpen your knife.
It was always the in definite.
Never the striking scarlet, bold and bright
Never the subtle silver, sparkling and humble
Galvanised grey, constant yet vulnerable.
It was always the in finite.
Never held back by painted walls
Never dictated by judgments nor beliefs
Breathing to explore, the potential of the seamless.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
It was always the in between.
Never soaring high up in the sky
Never drilling deep into the crux
Floating mid air, blinded by mist.
It was always the in complete.
Never absolute happiness so immense
Never devastating sadness so crippling
Thriving in illusion, numbed by nerves.
It was always the in secure.
Never swimming in the seas of positivity
Never drowning in the floods of negativity
Steadied yet confused, by the vacuum of neutrality.
It was always the in sufficient.
Never enough, no, push harder
Never the best, no, mould neater
Polish your flaws, sharpen your knife.
It was always the in definite.
Never the striking scarlet, bold and bright
Never the subtle silver, sparkling and humble
Galvanised grey, constant yet vulnerable.
It was always the in finite.
Never held back by painted walls
Never dictated by judgments nor beliefs
Breathing to explore, the potential of the seamless.
