space.
so much space.
how can space take up so much room in our lives?
we're always together you and me, and space...
It's never not around, even in the moment's time stops, space is there lurking.
it waits for the moment it can step in between, for the moment we let there become a gap...
it all happens in the gap.
is that where we are, after all this?  
stuck together you and me, and space?

-neverseen