Weird in between state of what was, is, and will be all at once contained.

I’m in between the what is and was meant to mean something.

I’m within. Presence mixed helps break the misconception and I wish this thing would calm.

Yet here we are again. The tired behind myself.

I’m lost in between the scenes.

Scattered along trees that used to exist. The things that used to make sense, although they never really mattered.

Let’s rewind.