Empty and reaching, the space between stars. It is the breath between kisses. The sigh between tears. All endlessly, deeply, irrevocably ours. It is death between heartbeats. Distant but so intrinsically wrapped in a nexus that without, it would collapse. Fail.

Have you given much thought to the space between stars? How each space is a push and pull, a perfect equilibrium of ebb and flow, of win or lose. The universe relies on that. The balance, precariously sat on the edge of eternity waiting for the final push to oblivion.

Ceaselessly growing, undulating until it ends. Without a thought. Without a breath. Without a sigh. In an instant, the space is nothing until it isn’t and builds again into an endless, unbounded space between stars.