I am sometimes find myself
in the limbo
between the Eden
of self-acceptance
and the longing
for a heaven
where dreams are fulfilled.
held here
in a stasis of longings
and
maybe if I let go
the gravity of indecision
would land me
firmly in one or the other
and in entry
into its atmosphere
my awareness
of the other world's existence
would burn up
just the way
endless possibilities
burn up in the air of the real.
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