That's what it feels like right now -- this in-between stage, waiting to see if we can cross over to that alternative life waiting in the wings, that one we could be living. Or if we just loop around, the endless wretched hollow, again and again. It's this odd limbo, in which maybe, but maybe not. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe.
All I want only one street level miracle // I'll be an out and out born again from none more cynical.