Midway through my mind

Don't you just hate that in-between time when you're not sure of where you stand?

When not much is said and even less implied. When you're not sure whether to walk or run, sit or lie down. When the clothes are not dirty but still unclean, damp but not dry. When the wound is covered but not healed.

When the song begins to play but the end is a long way off. When the clouds linger heavy in the sky and the rain has yet to wet the earth. When the beginning seems like a dream and the end is nowhere in sight.

Don't you just hate that in-between time when the euphoria has faded away but the pain hasn't yet begun...