I exist. I take up space. I am a part of the space. I am there in between, moving. Sometimes I feel like I am apart from the space. Out of place. But when I choose not to hide myself, I feel my fear subside and find, to my surprise: I feel at home, wherever I may be. I feel at home within contradictions. Like here: Privately exposed with a familiar Stranger. I see myself. I am there, somewhere in between.
Between birth and death. Between children and elderly. Between rising and falling. Between destinations. You will find me somewhere in between waking and dreaming. Between working and playing. Between laughing and crying. I am somewhere between my body and my mind. Between boy and girl. Between gay and straight. Between pleasure and pain, light and dark. Freedom and captivity. I'm always between "Getting fit," and "Letting myself go." Between giving up and pressing on. Between flying and falling: I dance, I live, I am. Between dangerous and safe, truth and deceit, judgement and empathy, I find myself.
Here is all of me, uncovered, bare, and yet, it is only a fraction of me. What a lovely contradiction. I feel at home.