Vinegar & Honey

In the color spectrum of life, I am never found on the /in between/ space but rather standing on either black or white.
                       After you, after us
I find myself drifting over a space of muted hues, sending emotions into free fall.
Unable to pinpoint where I stand. My thoughts are like a feather riding on a breeze, unaware of its destination, or like a dive into a pool with blindfolds on. I feel as if I’m holding onto a rope in a self-created game of tug of war, but stand on neither side. My senses feel wobbly, unable to choose if I prefer the feel of a warm fire or of cool rain.
                     After you, after us
it feels like love has fed me a spoonful of vinegar and honey. I can savor it in each fading memory and yet my palate can’t decide if it tastes bitter or sweet. It sits in that /in between/ space that I don’t like to stand on.