Betwixt and Between

Betwixt and Between

I thought of true things. In the margins between sleep and reality, between the dusk and dawn. Betwixt and between, neither her nor there, the places where dreams go and come from, where choices yet to be made and those made gather and old gods go to die. I dreamt of true things, but now I’m awake and all that’s left are echoes, cobwebs, the sand in my eyes and that haunted feeling that for a moment I truly knew and I was at peace.

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