In Between Everything Else

After the Parade -

and everything in between

I am making Peace with my ordinary -

the dream that is the in between

I've felt the struggle of simply being at Peace with me -

The only constant, the one thing I know I need

And yet, what Peace it is to know that I will never leave

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After the Parade,

I watch the thoughts of what I just left

The beautiful many faces, all with experiences just as complex

Just as complex as crying yourself out of breath,

crying so good, it calls you into rest

As complex as feeling a feeling so strongly- only to, so shortly after, feel its opposite so strongly next

And it looks like a sky that is blue and pink, though also orange and white-

All at the same time

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I have found great Peace within my dream

And deep meaning in my everything in between

I know Purpose in Unity, and in Solitude

And that, if I lost one, there would be value lost in the other

Like a pink sky with no hint of blue...

Orange hues that are missing the white (too)

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The in between is my Peace and our (in)sanity

And without it, I do not know what any of this Life could really mean