You live

Between the chaotic dullness of everyday nothings.

In the space between two thoughts.
In the pink-purple-indigo-orange overcast dusk.

In the first sweet, smoky sip of tea.
Within awkward silences.
The place between ticking temporal knives and
their deliberate postponements.

When the song strains towards its climatic finish and
cryptic lyrics reveal themselves.
In obscure realms of random memories
projecting themselves at random moments.

In between delicious, wicked words in print.
In late night confessionism.

In the wind - with no beginning and no end.
In many textures of shadows.
In manic/depressive dispositions.
In words, disguised as friends.

In surfaces that reflect an idea or two.
In the profound belief
of perceptual differences.
Well, in differences, of all sorts.

In those fleeting moments of affirmation
that backtrack before long into playful stupidity.
In the graph of that crazy lovable spiral.

In the fluttery dilation of pupils.

Futility.

Morbid sensibility.

And it's abandonment.

And especially thrive
within
instinctive
elemental
wild/gentle
cautious/unabashed
mind-melting
thought-pixelating
EXCRUCIATING
euphemisms.