In between.

Hold it still.

Between my serenates and lullabies.

The sunset orange leaves cover a field, with an over layer of fog. As if a piece of my tranquil and empty dream-spaces had found a lair to live to haunt me while I'm also awake.

But it fails. It fails to frighten me, this beautiful scape. 

Catch it tight. 

Between the sleepless nights and torrential rain.

The serenity it grasps is addictive. As if the fog was warm enough to hold me like my nordic in the coldest of mornings. It's something I've felt before. I feel I could die laying in the mud. 

A silence found in a noisy world. In my screaming mind.

Miss it right.

Between the quiet moments and empty smiles.

And it's bound to show. The way I fear, so terribly, to miss someone that is or was dear. Or to promise protecting someone, and inevitable failing because of fate.

And I can't explain, why this is so heavyweight. But this is something I've said before. Incompletion is all I get from here. And I'll get more.

But anyway, I'm dreaming in my mornings. I'll make a cup of coffee. It stands tall, right beside me to comfort me.

I don't need the pain, nor the pity.

Well, now I'm sure, that even if I miss you, there's something better in the flat next door.

Even though I'm still in my in-betweens.

I might come back to you once or twice, just like my nightmares do. Because I do miss you, but I can't really grasp even myself, like you do you.

Hold it still, my beating heart. I catch it tight, when it falls behind. And I miss it right, when I let it be for a while.

In between my solitary moments and silent nights.

-the owl;