My friends tell me that I only tell the middle parts of stories.
Most of my existence everything was the middle. I have wished that my birth order was different cause I was born in between.
I am the middle child. I heard somewhere that middle children sometimes get lost within their families. However, I was not always a middle child – I was once the baby.
When my brother was born my life changed.
I was stuck in the middle. In the middle of two houses- In the middle of two worlds- In the middle of two different existences.
I lived in the middle. I have done everything humanly possible to not be in the middle. Trapped between two lives, I gasp for air.
Nonetheless, I find myself going back towards the middle. The central point of my existence and feeling nothing.
My body and my brain are disconnected from each other.
I am standing still unable to feel.