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