Stuck

I'm stuck in the middle of no-man's land.
Stuck in the middle of some proverbial crossroads.
Stuck in the middle of two warring countries.
Stuck between happiness and not knowing.

Life is progressively getting more like a soap opera than I could ever imagine it would be.
My hearts flying above a road and it's lingering.  It's swaying towards the unknown and yet the happiness, the contentment but the non-trusting.  It's an area of grey that swings like a pendulum.
Then it's swaying to what I know, to the end where the light is always shining at the end of the tunnel.  It's a journey that's forever in the making but forever set in the concrete.  It doesn't matter what time I take that turn, that turn will always be there.
Then it's swaying to the past.  The past that I came from, and the past that I didn't think would end in the present.

It doesn't know what it wants.  The mind is raging some war.  The emotions are braving some frantic sea.  I'm like a jelly figurine grasping on to hope in the darkness.

Someone throw me a rope.