There is
this
place
called the in-between.
The tea
is a little insipid,
and the
blankets a tad
too fluffy.
It’s a place
of doomscrolling
and boredom.
A place
of feeling
small and
unseen.
No muscle is stretched,
no
angst is had
to achieve a seemingly
unreachable goal.
Upon arrival here
it may
briefly feel
like a place of
respite. Of rest.
A haven
worth lingering.
Yet the dullness
soon swallows
one up, like quicksand
pooling, ankle deep.
The challenge
of this place is not
to leave it, for that
is simple enough. The real
challenge is
where to go
from here, and which
dreams to fan and fuel.
And therein lies the
riddle and
also its solving. For
surely anywhere is
better than here,
and any other place
would be the
start of
a
brand
new
adventure.
~Lu
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