Space A Place Holder

Is there a space for me to be in. There is a space for me to be in. There is no thing to be inside. There is nothing but inside everywhere.

Here. It is written. There is something in the something. There are two that make three that makes you feel the one. The one becomes three through the two. There are many separations and they’re working overtime. Even the lamp in the corner is flickering.

He picked up the letter lying there and read it. It was from a company. Whoever gets a letter from a friend these days? Whoever even gets an email that is longer than a few lines? It is small text sayings that we say and get. There is no depth left in our world between us in exchanges. We are only plumping our own depths in silence, fearing that we talk too much inside our heads.

They said 3 words could go deeper than 3 paragraphs. I agreed. But it didn't happen. The heart lingers a bit longer. Each word presence stamp.

Which is better? Which is more comfortable? There are goods and bads. When there is hunger.

The difficulty is a standard stamp. Cross-hairs for reference. Everything you give you iron between pieces of wax paper. Even the difference hair belongs to you to start with. I am going over there. If you see me send for me and watch me wave at you. There is a little book.

Praised be something. 1

I can keep on going. I can cut it short. I can publish part of it and leave the rest of it somewhere for somebody. They will look for it. It will be a thing. When they find it it will be both glad and sad tidings. It was looking for it that brought hope to them. Competition wasn’t friendly. Then it was. Then again it wasn’t. Then again it was. Then there wasn’t any competition. It was cheerfully a disassociation for them. They considered whether they should intervene. Was her paranoia theirs or hers. Did she leave a will. It was not her destination. She was wanting to be wanted. Then it was too late. That’s the letter ruling definitely with a wooden one. You could smell the pine. She was sitting up in the box. She was getting out of the box. They were all dumbfounded. She was not a mystery or monster but her blood was running and she felt it for a while. It was all inside and she was outside of the box where she always had been.