Between Worlds

No matter where I am

I am between.

When I am alone, I feel

between souls.

When I am with you, I feel

between worlds.


Some of the worlds are nice,

some of them are horrible.

I don’t get too fixated on how they feel

because I am always between them

never fully moved in.


Reality charges rent, so I

keep moving.

They always raise the rate, I have to

keep moving.


Fantasy would be the ideal reality

but fantasy tries to kill me

everytime I relax into it.

Dragons, sirens,

fiery meteors.

You know–

Shit you stay home from.


I guess for now I will just be

between. Stuck

harboring dreams

for people unseen. Individuals

like me.

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