Otherworlds

caught in between this world and the next, how do we fill the space given to us ; these temporary moments promising something else - the gift of transcendent tomorrows, doors to worlds where the past meets the future, where your hand meets mine, where this incidental brush is the climax, the return of love and chaos, the place where the sun meets the moon at last. it is peace. the brief moment, the fleeting exhale where fantasy meets reality. let‘s kiss, or something like that.