The Looking Glass Volume 39 | Seite 44

Some days you just exist.

You get through the week

doing the same thing

which drains you, and

knowing nothing will change.

It isn't a lavish life you live

but one of average quality.

Many live this life alongside you 

but the feeling of loneliness still creeps in.

The sadness perpetually lingers 

at the back of your head

but you won't let it get to you because 

you don't want to feel anymore.

You aren't sure if you can.

If you allow yourself it’ll hurt too much.

So you accept your fate

and don't try to succeed,

just managing to keep your head afloat

the water that is forever

trying to drown you.

It won't win 

but neither will you.

In limbo

the unwanted balancing act.

You're not numb but you’re too close for comfort.

There is no passion and no zest.

No bright white

or deep black.

You’re just there.

You are gray...

Limbo