i have always loved the in-betweens of things. when things are good, stable, quiet. where things are constant right before they inevitably change. car rides and twilight. but i realize it’s all so ephemeral. before they roll the end credits or draw back the curtains and everything i once knew dissipates right before my very eyes. where conflict and change do not live. where i can just be without all the weight of being. but i know, i know. i know. where conflict and pain do not live, rarely is where growth and prosperity wander. but i wish to rest my head ever so often, sit idly in a coffee shop with nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to be, have someone love me without needing to pay for it or play for it. these days i feel myself remembering and all the sudden i feel 12 again.