i stand on no-mans land.
emotion at war.
this barrier might have the stereotype of nuetrality. safety.
but the atmosphere here is nothing similar to the latter.
the feeling is erie. unsure.
the unknown knowledge of which territory is proximate;
which side of the line is bordered.
that's the most insecure part.
i stand facing west, towards the setting sun.
past to my left. future to my right.
time at war.
no appetite to step left. not equipped to step right.
halted in the middle.
i am unsure of the current status of the war; which side is winning.
so i guess i'll take a seat and wait for further notice.
all i wonder is where you are stationed on this battlefield.