the in-between

I am not a stranger to you, but i am not your friend either.

 I am not your friend, anymore...

Between the cure and the disease, i was there.

Between the desire and the necessity, i was there.

Between a flicker and a blaze, i was there.

Between the lush and the scanty, i was there.

Between the repulsion and the enthralment, i was there.

I was there.

 the plague, the yearning, the flame, the mundane, the fondness.

Between a squabble and a covenant, i am there.

Between a drifter and a dweller, i am there.

Between a curse and a miracle, i am there.

Between the nemesis and the ally, i am there.

Between the melancholy and exuberance, i am there.

I am there.

A testimony, a voyager, a vision, a guest, the thoughtlessness.

Between the wise and the absurd, i will be there.

Between the poignant and the detached, i will be there.

Between the scheme and the consequence, i will be there.

Between a trinket and rubbish, i will be there.

Between a drizzle and a downpour, i will be there.

I will be there.

The typical, the aloof, the deed , the prerequisite, a raindrop.

We were the start but you were the end

And I am the in-between.

September 8, 2011

flying away