on the nature of between

When I feel moved by raw nature within, or sense the desire to formulate things, or create things, I am obeying this ancient human urge to process nature in human form. I don’t do this for mental health, I do it because I want to feel real. And I don’t do it because of some collective disobediance to adjust, but because I want to feel alive. To dare to be on the border of each other. And to be on the border of raw nature, whether its experienced inside of me, or in someone else. Either way, I will always be in between.
I have no choice in the matter.