Sharing words with you.

Quiet in this middle.

Have you ever felt not in the right place...
But also not in the wrong one?
It is like walking quiet in the middle....
Quiet in middle of what?
Of mistress? Or misery?
Paradise or glory?
No it cannot be defined....
It is just only in gray perspective.
Not White.
No black.
Just gray...
Like the state of the air?
How?
Moving slowly or faster...near or farther...
Just moving and going on.
Well the wind don't have a place to only be..
And you? Do you have one?
I hope so...
I am just now quiet in the middle to finding it out.