In those pesky seconds of confusion

by Jase

Happy 2017.

Four months and the year has just raced on by, leaving me caught in the hold of excitement and confusion, the eternal struggle.

It’s a yin and yang, but there’s no good, and no evil. It’s a relative semblance of meaning, decisions and empty happiness.

But beauty is there amidst that curving line between the black and white form. They move, slip and slide along one another.

There’s something at the edge of it. It’s never quite in the middle.

But it’s at the edge.

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