the space between.

There's this space in the middle of everything.

And absolutely nowhere.

Those moments in between, the folds and corners, the places beneath the bed and behind counters. The dead space that lies in the middle of furniture misplaced, the waiting hours of dawn and the not so poetic empty minutes of mid-day.

Then, and there, we are.




It might seem odd or unsettling.

If it wasn't so damn comfy and warm.

is where I'll be hiding
waiting for you...