I exist in the space between worlds,
never truly a citizen
of any one of them, just
a wanderer passing though, looking
for a home
I will never find.
I live in the gray that
separates night from day,
weaving and bending my existence
to blend into the background.
I am the static you despise,
forgotten in the silence between heartbeats,
stalking the shadows
of your imagination.
I am the fog that bridges the gaps
between realities,
formless and boneless, I
smother the void between the light and the dark
so you need not fear the sight
of the abyss.
But, I warn you,
be careful in your step
for I only obscure the in-between to
safeguard your sanity.
I cannot keep you from falling
into the fate I have become.
Though I grow weary of this listless journey.
I am but a ghost
stitching together the worlds
of the living
and the dead.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
I exist in the space between worlds,
never truly a citizen
of any one of them, just
a wanderer passing though, looking
for a home
I will never find.
I live in the gray that
separates night from day,
weaving and bending my existence
to blend into the background.
I am the static you despise,
forgotten in the silence between heartbeats,
stalking the shadows
of your imagination.
I am the fog that bridges the gaps
between realities,
formless and boneless, I
smother the void between the light and the dark
so you need not fear the sight
of the abyss.
But, I warn you,
be careful in your step
for I only obscure the in-between to
safeguard your sanity.
I cannot keep you from falling
into the fate I have become.
Though I grow weary of this listless journey.
I am but a ghost
stitching together the worlds
of the living
and the dead.
My attempt to describe something I've always felt.
Partially inspired by my friend's comment that I like to live in the gray/ be the gray person.
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