I stand on the brink.
I am caught in the revolving door
The elevator doors won't open
I am stuck, out of time, out of place.
Between realities.
The lamentation of departure mingles
With the anticipation of the future.
The taste is bittersweet.
All the memories left behind.
The new ones to be made.
I am caught between realities -
Past and future exist but cancel out.
Limbo, this is what its like.
It's hell, being caught between two lives.
It's quiet - there are no friends.
There were, there will be.
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