broken bikes

of gray areas

i am not happy

and yet,

i am not necessarily 

unhappy

 

because there exists

a very definitive 

medium

between the two

it is a place

where floating souls

go to take a break

from their constant searching

it is a place

where empty hearts sit,

amid the emotionlessness,

to recouperate

there is,

in fact,

nothing

in this medium

there are only

a handful of minds,

who have been brave enough to admit

that they do not belong

because no one sees

the gray area between

happy and unhappy,

it is a particularly nasty taboo

society condemns the reality

that is being lost

and afraid

and unsure

but i have found that medium,

i have solidified

my existence

in that gray area