It exists, between us, within us and without us. Stands in front of us, as we try to move against. Watches us curiously, as we walk away. Engulfs us, in a vastness we fail to comprehend. Without a beginning or an end. Yet, we still strive to close ourselves away. This space, between our lives. That which binds us all. Buried beneath low walls, sunk down deep, these solitary crevasses. Shoved off track, in the daily derailments. Still it does not forsake us. An eternal embrace, set in motion, by will alone to acknowledge its presence. Accepting the edge of separation, as a distance never truly defined. Lifting yourself up, to walk again. Within this body, this world, the immeasurable universes held safely in the lens of your eye. The light, is not distracted by the quieted mind. Existence, born again freely, just as it stands. In the space that you hold together with clasped hands.
– Josh Fleming