The Middle

The isle between two worlds; To the right, the door leads into The colony of jovial foes, vibrant city Lights generate petty love Among covetous souls. The door is left ajar, I'm standing outside, a loner keeping his distance but sneaking a peek every once and a while just to make sure he still doesn't want to come in.Hatred. Malice. Greed. Pettiness. Self-deception emanating from blinding artificial lights. Observing and hating all this and more, but never enough to either get in or close the door. THe middle hurts, the middle enlightens, but there is never enough light so that you can be found. Even when it happens, you're frightened. But then To the left, the door reveals A secret known even to those on the other side, but to arrive there you have to immerse in the middle. Nobody wants to come in here, a few that do end up here become flabbergasted, their frisky faces turn pale, conspicuous smiles become vacuous, if not faded.A glance out of the corner of your eye is enough to make you obsessed.The latter side is where you want to give yourself away. No enquiries, no questions asked. Unconditional presence of pure love.