Inbetween

I step into the inbetween, a phase which I realise that there are more to come. A place where I realise that there will be no turning back. A reality as clear as day, that I must press on forward. The thought of crossing makes me weak, my mind flutters; butterflies. The treshold of which I stand on right now, the inbetween.

There’s only one direction that I will tread. One path that I have chosen. Besides theres nothing to lose.

Harsh winds, scalding and fierce begin to arise. On this invisible border my feet stand. The crossing, the exodus, will happen soon. A grin slowly forms on my face as I narrowed my eyes on the other side. With all my will, and strength fighting the compulsions which are erupting, I surge forth.