In-between places

I’m standing at the window. Gazing out on a lonely street. What I think doesn’t seem to mean or matter. I will forget about it when life goes on. In this moment between time and space I wonder. Am I real now? Feeling feelings I can’t explain, feeling pain no one can see, thinking thoughts that seem unreal. On my own for a few rare moments, away from the demanding world, the demanding voice in my head that never stops. Always asking me to be what I am not. I can see why it asks but I can’t see how I can comply.

Just a few more moments and I will go back to trying none the less.