There are no direct lines anymore 
no direct direction
no friction 
no fuss
it’s not straight ahead
to the right
or left
I’ve left the centre
I’m to the left of centre
to the right of what was considered
right and wrong

this is the midway
the in between 
the middle ground 
of what used to be
and is still unseen 
there are no right roads 
raging and roaring

there are no direct lines anymore
on this journey through the midway

mid sentence
mid life
mid love

only meaningful meanderings. 

All Words and Photography by Damien B. Donnelly