harder. better. faster. stronger.

because sitting down for open mic night, listening to one person and the next pour out their soul into a secondhand microphone and let it come out the speakers is too close but not enough.  it's because being is different from seeing, and seeing is too far from realizing, and becoming is wrapped up in it all and is either the result or the ends or the means or just plain anything more than what you're doing right now.  because putting words together isn't enough sometimes.

sometimes it's when your mind runs too fast and your tongue and your teeth and all the space in between can't keep up.  it's awkward like seventh grade study hour.  it's awful and escaping like something you can't put your finger on.  it's when you realize the single moments of introversion won't suffice anymore, but the extroversion is too much made up and you're stuck inbetweenagain.  in between like those dam words that just won't make it out.  in between like jumping and not.  in between like the space between the lips and the microphone or you and the performer.

in between like "i guess" and "i know".