Limbo

I am neither here nor there. Yet I feel as though I'm everywhere. Things I see and do makes no sense yet I do not care, feeling like this feeling so stripped and bare. This emptiness inside me where, this space of infinity everywhere, I know that I have feelings somewhere, but if there are I'm unaware.

Why would I feel such raw feelings there? When I have nothing substantial to compare. Why you ask would I even dare, to tell the world of my wear and tear?

I tell because I want to share
I tell because I am aware
That this space is mine fair and square
Therefore I blog whatever I want when and where...