it’s the 3:02 pm mind on a Saturday.
the one that begins to dwell,
to sink its tendrils into the unknown and grab and harass thoughts of fear.
it asks questions,
but lacks innocent curiosity,
and moans for solace.
it is not the adventure that makes your heart burst,
or the burn that makes it palpitate.
it is the cry to run.
It is the inbetween.