Right here.

Nothing is neither here nor there, because it is all right here.

I need to stop pouting when I don’t get what I want when what I want is to be two opposite things, like dry and wet, all at once. On a whim and out of nowhere, all of a sudden I want to be wholly wrapped around by arms, then also, and at the same time, I want only to be surrounded in something limbless and less fleshy, like water. I want to ask questions that I don’t want to hear the answers to that I want to know the answers to. I want to be filled and I want to be hungry. But I need to quit it.

It's alright here.