(sometimes it is creativly productive to write from a characters POV....As always i am protesting editing so ....deal or don't read.)
Being stuck in the middle.... the missing peice to two peoples halves, leave me empty with out answers. How can there be so much certainity in the uncertain. The question why is the only words that come to mind, even if i find the why it won't negate the how, the if, and the pending sorrow. Have i not been logical this whole time, have i not hidden my heart away so that it may not be torn in peices by either distroyer? Have i not pretended to understand when nothing but question clouded every thought that bombarded my mind. To play two roles, two people, two sepreate souls, how will i ever be whole? Is it better to be without? To cut away from both struggles and just rest in the silence of my loneliness...
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