Myself is the space in between the stars in the sky. The nothingness that is ever so important.
Myself s when you blink and though you see nothing you still know that it’s there.
Myself is the silence ringing through the air, not making a sound yet always seeming so loud
Myself is the nothingness that envelopes you as you drift to sleep, comforting you as you fall into dreams
The space between.
The tears we cry.
Is where you’ll find me hiding waiting for you.