I Like Them, The Liminal Spaces

Weekly Diary Entry #2

Those empty in-betweens, barren wastelands of solitude;

That which causes an itch in those who seek to fill everything,

Who wish to control every single little part of their surroundings.

But these calming spaces of beauty resist all impulses;

They remain untempered places, true storytellers.

You will know once you stumble upon a place like this;

A pure, light blue feeling will grow inside of you;

And it’ll feel so right you may never want to leave;

It will shelter you from the overwhelming nature of the outside world:

A true tangible distortion, out in the open for everyone to see.

Others may find them terrifying,

Yet I find I can finally dream and hope and let go inside them;

Protected within a comfortable shelter that wraps around without suffocation.

I find these rare in-between places so true and soft and personal,

Perhaps because I’m never comfortable elsewhere.

Perhaps due to my inherent in-between nature.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective reflections of my creation, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.