It’s like the in-between, the limbo, between night and day, day and night. Dawn in the morning, or dusk in the evening. The period of time where you never quite know what to call it, the strange in-between timing in the day where all energy seems sapped, where the wind blows through your hair and you feel, for a moment, like you’re trapped in time. Whether you’re walking, whether you’re alone, whether you’re with your friends, whether you’re happy, sad. It’s one single moment of limbo where you look up at the sky and think, huh, what’s different?

And the next moment, you’ve forgotten about it. You’re back to doing whatever it was you were doing.

What if you were stuck in that moment forever?

That strange limbo, that sudden calm stillness (or stagnation) in life? Where there exists such a thin line between sanity and insanity that you cannot tell where you stand - that sometimes you think you must be sane (after all, this has been you for however many years you’ve been alive), but at other times you’re convinced you’ve gone round the bend and lost a couple (or more) marbles.

What if it comes to a point where all you thought was normal was in fact, not. Where, trapped in a moment of limbo, you suddenly realise that you’re stuck at the exact point between night and day.

But you can’t move. And everyone else is moving.

Before you notice it, they’ve all walked on. Past the moment of limbo, in front of you on a long winding path to Somewhere. While you’re stuck there, behind, in your moment of limbo, while the remaining environment starts to turn to night; darker and darker, where Somewhere quickly fades to Nowhere.   

And then they come back, out of the darkness. They offer their hands. Their hearts. Their shoulders. Stretchers. Iron lungs. They’ve come back for you.

The night slowly closes in around you all. Whoever you’ve been walking with, whoever you were talking to, whoever once knew all your secrets and intimacies, whoever you once loved and didn’t fear, everyone who you’ve loved, and ever loved, whoever you’ve connected with for just a brief second of eye contact. The night closes in around everyone.

Because they’re reaching out to you.

But you’re stuck in limbo.

If you were all the way into the night, they wouldn’t come back for you. Why would they?

If you were with them all the way - they’d be happy, talking, laughing, as usual - never suspecting that just by missing one falter in your step, you’d given them all the peace of mind and peace of heart. You’d still be a part of them. Part of the group. The herd. The blanket safety of love, company, warmth.

As you watch and reach out for their hands, they reach back. As your fingertips graze, and you’re filled with the warmth and love you can barely remember - you realise once again you’re in limbo.

That you’re not one of them. That your crazy, insane, paranoid mind separates you from them. That it brought the limbo for a reason; a barricade, if you will, of which brings down a wall that will last forever.

Darkness is still falling. Continues to fall.

What comes next?