For Silent Types.

All We Are.

There is a space. A space between ourselves and what we really want.

The in between is the place we get stuck. It's filled with the 'what if's', the 'I don't know's' and 'I love you, buts'. It's the place where things are grey and we are left to figure what we want and want to do. The place of revelations and tears. Moments and depravity and deep down sadness that all strike you harder than you want it to. The sleepless nights that are cold and alone, the 'hangover' or the 'walk of shame' breakfast, speaking to your parents about their day but ending it in a fight, and even the dollar bill you accidentally ripped in half trying to get out of your wallet.

This, my friend, is the place to cry and vent. To yell and scream. And to bury yourself in blankets for a couple hours to cry your heart out. To give into the moments of weaknesses. And to find what actually makes you happy. The in-between isn't always just the middle. You can step back into the in-between when you think you finally reached that glorifying moment of recognition. Your foot could slip and fall back into the grey puddles, wetting your favorite mismatching socks, making your shoes smell a little funny, and soak your good mood in the acidity of the environment we live in.

The in-between is for everybody. It harnesses  the feelings of doubt and insecurity. It holds the silent feelings of anger and jealousy. And it holds the secrets you try to feel indifferent to.