Between the Worlds

I sit in a world of madness looking for sanity.

I long for it, in a world of wars, inflation, recession, foreclosures, disease, disaster, death.

I go through the day looking for a way to deal with the madness. I try to become myself, but the more I do, the more people around me seem to think I need to be like them to fit in. I look for the sanity, in my work, my play, my "me" time. But I'm lacking it, I don't know where to find it...

So, on the weekends when I get myself alone. I sit down, I strap in, I turn on, and just let the world fall aside for a few hours. And get lost in the feeling of the stream of sanity into my head. I wait the entire week, just for a small taste of a life where I'm not judged on what, who, why or if I am. Where nothing matters but beat, rhyme, prose and rhythm. All I care about when I'm in the world between the left and the right, is just being.

Just enjoying what comes into my ears.

Just loving myself, and being me. And in that moment, I feel it. I am god in that moment.