In Between

The phantom image materializes through the ether, like static on the screen. Suddenly, nothing is what it seems. It is difficult to surmise the possibility of such circumstance, when the likelihood is happenstance. However, now the time awaits to realize our fates, in this chilling time, when the possibilities run through our minds. There are too many questions to ask, for the answers to make any sense, making it seem like nonsense. We can give tribute to the phantom machine, which comes so close and in between the obstacles of our present view, whose work will stop before we do. There should be no questions asked if we can't forget about our past, " Let it go," the phantom says, " I always live and win in the end," I say " What the hell does that mean?" "The answers are found in between, this and that, where two bodies meet, between surface and deceit." Still, I don't really understand what he said, and I can't get this image out of my head.