it was never the beginnings which frightened me
nor the ends (they were almost a breath of fresh air)
it was the middle
the chaos and the panic
the uncertainty and the fear
the idea that this could be forever, or no longer, or sometime, or tomorrow
the middle with the lull
the dull, the calm
the quiet, the serene
i am waiting for the other shoe to drop
a pebble in the ocean, you barely hear it
but it falls all the same
the middle with the muddy puddles
the light rain
the thunderstorm
waiting
the beginnings- the light
the end- the dark
the in-between - muggy, opaque,
anything could happen.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
it was never the beginnings which frightened me
nor the ends (they were almost a breath of fresh air)
it was the middle
the chaos and the panic
the uncertainty and the fear
the idea that this could be forever, or no longer, or sometime, or tomorrow
the middle with the lull
the dull, the calm
the quiet, the serene
i am waiting for the other shoe to drop
a pebble in the ocean, you barely hear it
but it falls all the same
the middle with the muddy puddles
the light rain
the thunderstorm
waiting
the beginnings- the light
the end- the dark
the in-between - muggy, opaque,
anything could happen.
