Inside you, three voices are struggling.

The Heart, which burns before asking. The Mind, which counts before feeling. The Body, which carries what was left unsaid. They discuss the need that turns into hunger, the limits that break silently, the pain that finds no words, the anger that burns and freezes.

They speak of the fear that imprisons, the security that becomes a cage, the childhood that wants to run barefoot, the time that does not wait.

The In-Between is not given to you as a gift. It looks you in the eyes and tells you what you avoid. It does not teach you. It strips you bare.

It lets you stand where there is no right or wrong, only you and what you can bear to admit. Read it as you wish. From the beginning, from the end, or from a random page that will find you unprepared.

You might laugh. You might cry. You might simply whisper: "This… is mine."