inbetween.

~I'm in a limbo.
~ it's weird
~I like it when I'm in the middle of the limbo and not to one side.
~I'm content, perhaps that's the problem, contenteditus?
~I don't know.
~I don't know.
~It's not an all together bad thing.
~peculiar, odd perhaps, but when has that been a bad thing?
~I almost understand:
~The good is balancing anything tedious, were as I usually live for the little good like patches of light, the enjoyable, normal moments.
~Not the weird, writer moments. Which I also enjoy, but alone, not relating to humans, that sort.
~But why can't I be normal.
~Why can't I accept me normal.
~normal and happy.
~It's weird.
~Odd
~I DON'T GET IT!
~WHY AM I STUCK IN MY HEAD?
~It's almost delightful.
~It's almost hellish.
~It's limbo, I'm quite stuck.
~But confusion is one of the things I know best.

~The UGh duck.