In Between (Limbo)

the quietness of my indecision,
the lack of doing for the sake of uncertainty
the imaginary conversations in my head with real people

it does not exist but between the mundane repetitions of life
it is the world of nothing and of nobody
it is where I stand and where I sit

my ear rings with the sound of silence
my inspiration slowly circling down the drain
my eyes glued to the two dimensional screen as they
become more and more unfocused to the distance at length

The days off are a ticking time bomb to the days on
And everything in between is in between