the line

people say that there is a fine line. i didnt believe it, because to me, that line didnt exist.


in the light of day, everything, everything is different. without the haze of alcohol to take comfort under, you want to take it back, the line that you've crossed, the line that only became clear, that only made existent when one has actually crossed it. that same line which leads straight into the aybss of awkwardness, apprehension, angst, fear, dread yet undeniable excitement that pools in the pit of your stomach. you are now in the land of the "undefinable". not there, not here. in between, stuck. somewhere.