In The In Between...

Now she is lost but the rain has cleared from her eyes and she sees you for what you are. How ridiculous to think you are important to anyone. Who cares in the first place? She did for a second but her pain won't let you tarnish her name. A man in one respect and a Lil boy in the other. Past, present, and future tense. Glimpse of nothing. The four corners are met at the fiery gates. Here is where she judges you.

This station is now just static. Turn to the next is more static. Look through the tube. The snow is still there. Dancing down funeral lane. She abused herself. Keeps running to nothing. Hitting a wall.

Caps lock.

Its raining so hard. Stuck in her head. Tables turn and you're no good. Now you are stuck there as a shadow, a ghost. Sustain the will that she has to the gamble of what is you and your love. but not your love for her but your love for yourself.

Cold stares.

She abandoned herself in her time of need to pull the other from the high tides. And what she is left with is an empty hand. A shadow, a ghost, a shell of what once was. The insides are cold and pale. The gazebo is her shelter; her shelter from the pain. The pain of her life and the grievances she did complete. The shadows dance in the day and into the night. They are all around us but it is for him to see what he actually can't see or where he chooses to hide what he does actually feel. This place is not one place but it is also not the other place.

His memories remain...

But you can't go back. Take the hand that preys on you and drop it and let gravity take its course. A spiritual awakening. The gospels have been prepared. If it is in a name you will see it on the other side. All signs point in no direction. The candle still burns and when its time for its descent she is there to reignite the light in her own perfect world.

Inner peace is met..

As this may seem like a speech it is somewhat in tune in your life, in his, hers, theirs, and ours. Maybe she will shed the cast. The mold as of what she has created here.

Solace.

Crossfire.

Dancing with the devil.

But you are not Daniel Webster.

You know who you are and someday you will be revealed but not just to the masses. But to yourself. Till then she will hide the tears and happiness of what you have given and left her with behind her eyes.