The Space Between

I’m too much,

And not enough.

An impossible paradox.

So I stay, Living in the space between...

And dying there too.

The real me,

Now a shadow of their make believe.

Watching without a word.

Walking by their side,

Unseen and unheard.

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"And it won't matter now
Whatever happens to me
Though the air speaks of all we'll never be
It won't trouble me

And it feels so close
Let it take me in
Let it hold me so
I can feel it say...
...Everything...".

- Toad the Wet Sproket