You try to put a finger on it but it proves
somewhat,
evasive
it's that feeling
that everything is there but nothing quite exists
it's that blah,
that dance between existence and non-existence
not sadness but not joy
not despair but not hope just somewhere in between
on the way to a destination
After the Blah
comes the awakening,
somewhere down the road,
days become less about that feeling,
and more about purpose,
more about hope,
more about meaning.
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