In the space between heartbeats

Limbo. The realm between anticipation and acceptance, rejection and depression, dreams and sleep. It's when your toes are cold from the rain, and the clatter of the car engine sounds behind you. Distractions come later, piled upon the desk like yesterday's dust. The crickets sing, and the sky is deep indigo.

The future lies ahead, and even you are not certain of it. You think you have a chance, but it all depends on the Master plan. And that is what you are afraid of. What is the Master plan? Seek and ye shall find.

Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix.

But darkness can turn to light. If it wants to.