We live here
bearing qualities of the two phases it lies between, but fully being neither
Chaos and control
How appropriate then, that we find ourselves trying to grasp so many lacunae here
Gradually transforming from clear to opaque where translucent can last for miles
This in-between is no small thing
Where we pause,
until we are yet again cast into the vacuum
and narrow tunnel inside the wall as I crawled along on my stomach like a toddler. Ecstatic upon hearing the sound of thunder and seeing the flashes of light from outside towards the end of tunnel, the effort was enhanced multifolds. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, I kept on tunnelling through the wall in order to escape my liminal space.
'There is no tunnel'- one voice said, and it was not Andy's.
'Do you know where you are?' -Another voice asked. I did know where I was - I was in my liminal space.
Not so long later, maintaining a relatively stagnant posture, my pants were pulled down which I attributed to the attempted crawling as I hoped to lunge closer - I mean, that's what I thought initially as my hand got stuck while trying to pull it back up. To be honest, I was least bothered with what had happened at that time until I realized I was unable to move any further. It seemed like something was holding me back - or someone - in fact a few. 'Not again' - I exclaimed. I knew what a restraint felt like.