Caught_in_the_middle

My heart is a pendulum that has forgotten how to swing. It hangs heavy at the center, pulled by the gravity of what was and the magnet of what could be. They say the middle is where you get crushed, but they forget it’s also where the view is clearest. I can see both shores from here. I am the bridge that hasn't decided which side it belongs to yet. I am not lost; I am just precisely in between.

There is a specific kind of silence that lives between two sounds. I am standing on the seam where the ocean meets the shore, neither fully in the salt nor dry on the sand. Behind me, the city lights hum with the comfort of everything I know. In front of me, the horizon is a dark, heavy ink, promising a future I haven’t yet learned how to breathe in. caught_in_the_middle

Here is a short creative piece—a prose poem—inspired by that feeling: The Fault Line My heart is a pendulum that has forgotten how to swing

For a visual interpretation of this theme, this pixel art piece captures the quiet, atmospheric feeling of being suspended in a singular moment: Caught in the Middle : r/PixelArt ohlovelyuniverse Reddit• Apr 16, 2020 I can see both shores from here