It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow.

Spent the entire Twilight Zone Marathon on SyFy Channel playing a drinking game! If I hadn't already started the drinking game and now suffering the affects, I'd be better able to explain the intricate details and rules. I may still be drunk now, but here goes; I drink when Rod Serling starts talking, I drink if it's in B&W, I drink if the camera tilts in a weird angle or tilts up to stars, I drink if a doll, small child, small people, small aliens or small animal appears, I drink... Ah screw it, I just drink through the whole friggin' awesome brilliance of the series!
 
I don't like it when the Hillbillies here run out of Fireworks and then just start firing their guns instead!
 
I wish I were here!
 
Talking with a girlfriend from my past, there were some songs
playing in the background, they were like a soundtrack with pops from
fireworks interspersed with bits phone talk, pleasant memories,
wrinkles from laughter, pain of smiling too long, pain of missing out,
and the pain of a hollow unfilled ache to recapture what was foolishly
left behind.
 
Where did all the time go?
 
Somewhere on a road I took a turn that lead me away from what may have been true happiness. I split in two. Two or maybe Three. One living in the past and one living in the future. In the nothing here now, a vague mist lingers that might be part of me, or once was, or could be again. The gap between Past and Future. Between the pit of my fear and the summit of my knowledge. No bridge can hold it together.
 
A ghost types this and tries to reach you.
 
One stayed running on the bridge and one jumped off and into the water with the porpoises, but the porpoises are waving, "Goodbye, goodbye!"
 

 
Later a new friend and I chatted and she seemed to be as a siren singing to me from across the jagged rocks and treacherous surf, because she was too perfect, the familiar look from dreams, the talk, her interests, her wit and smarts. She might be Satan disguised, who heard my lonely, aching whimpers murmured in sleep and extracted the hidden desires from behind the wall of sleep and dreams to make flesh and tempt me, to exchange my eternal soul for a moment of pure joy. All I need to do is invite her in after opening the door.
 
Damn that Twilight Zone Marathon Drinking Game!

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