edI am like dusk.
or the ness
The not quite light and not yet dark.
The warm air lingers, trying to hold on as the crisp breeze nips it back to sleep.
It's the 'in transition' feeling of movement.
The world pauses for a moment to move on to the next phase of their day.
A sense of completion lives in the hour
but an urge for release tempts us deeper
What's my release?
Can I get out of the middle?
My doubts stick me in the corner of dust.
It's like a line of extreme crap on the left
and extreme awesome on the right.
And I stay in the center
Fluctuating from side to side
((Depending on the day))
No black. No white. here --> comfort zone
Why never satisfied?
Where is the resistance?
The times of awesome can be squashed back to the center in a moments notice
Dusk fills up my chest
My heart pumps its light on, thankfully like a timer knowing it will need to shed some light on whatever path is darkest first.
How nice of it to just know.
Trust in that light.
And though through dusk - the light almost seems to make it harder to see
It soon becomes clear as the dusk turns to night
and illuminates clarity. One foot in front of the other.
even in the dark we can trust it
Because we know it's a devoted guide who speaks truth until the morning sun.