For those between

When will words fill in the empty spaces?

Is there a place where I can turn to, some place where I can find the things I need?

I reach out to grasp tiny parcels of substance, only to have them slip away into the nothing.

It’s not a matter of what I like, not a matter of what I see.

It’s all about the spaces in between.

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