A moment in-between

We rush through life, looking forward. Always one moment to the next. We are like sharks; move forward or die. Suffocate in the in-between in which we, as humans, apparently have no business being. The uncertainty is that which suffocates me. I must persist. It claws at my spine. I must persist. Do sharks see in the dark, deep waters, and how far ahead? I persist. Truly, what even matters of it?

All I know is that there has to be a way out. A way forward. Though it is dark and I don’t know which direction to turn, I am confident that I will get through the dreaded in-between. Or perhaps I can become familiar with it; learn it’s ways and be comfortable in a space which no one dares to reside.