❛ life, to me, is the moments
of in-between and lost
in-between asleep and awake
where you might hear something
you weren't supposed to
lost because everything's changing;
changing so fast and
you feel like you're in a race with time
but you're losing
in-between happy and sad, hurt and angry
lost because you can't tell which is which
lost when everything is pushing,
pushing you to go
to move
to see
to do
but you just want it all to stop
and maybe never start again-
in-between looking forward to what the future brings;
reminiscing of your past,
and never wanting to leave
the comfort of the present ❜
━March 9, 2021
yes, part of this poem is in my bio. I really like it
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BEETLEJUICE , poetry
Poetry. . bitter me, how sweet of you to ask if I'd be your muse and go and paint me blue © 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
