From within the betweens.

 I must've said this in the previous posts too.

The world is divided by two voids. They're both self sufficient. 

When you're in one, you can't believe that the other one exists. 

They both compliment each other's existence and at the same time are the exact opposites. 

She could be very excited somedays, when she'd be happy beyond measure. There wouldn't exist a thing that could let her spirit down.

Then there were those days, which were absolute darkness, succumbing to herself would seem impossible. 

Both the voids could engulf her and she'd surrender. 

Until she realized that the transition is about control. 

Now, she could fix herself. 

Blue skies from Pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?

P.S.

We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl year after year. 

Running over the same old ground, what have we found?

The same old fears? 

Wish you were here.

-Pink Floyd (Wish you were here)