Like, Versus Blank

I am in likeness:

The limbo between notice and longing.

A purgatory stitches from claims of always 

and forever; 

I cannot be prayed out of or forward in 

the process of Like.

Like, pressure. Like, flying.  Like, dreaming.

And I -

I'm frozen.  Like stillness.  Like soundlessness.  Like water, but colder, much, much colder.
And hot.

And dripping.

With the possibility

Of like

Ascending.