July 2012
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
– Elbert Hubbard
Space is involuntary.
The space between our fingers, intertwined.
The space to separate words from fragments.
The space to retreat to in our thoughts.
The space that becomes a place in all of its ways.
The space that grows as we grow apart.
The space that is now called our relationship, distant and empty.