In between

in between time,
in between action,
in between drama.

quiet nothing,
absence of ...

there is a silence in my ears
in my body
in my gut.

not even waiting,
for even waiting is action.

just being
in the truest sense of the word.

being effortlessly
not searching
or seeking
not trying
or pleading
analyzing
demanding
thinking
nothing.
silence.

it's okay.
maybe this is it;
Nirvana
or what Kurt Cobain felt
after he pulled the trigger
nothing.
floating
effortless
wakeful dreaming
no need to pinch
myself.
my.self.
has lost its meaning.
not in a bad way.
since bad ceased to exist.
in an is way.
have I made MY.self clear?