Haunted
I am haunted by spaces, the space between human connection and the lack of it, the space between this life and my past one, the space between my strides where the earth goes untouched, all these spaces, I wonder if they are happier than me, or if they are just as forlorn, widowed by the dark like shadows that only riddle the world by light, I yearn in this friendless chasm of simultaneous immoderation and deficit for the spaces to notice the spaces they skip, and find me there and love me too. -anna sluder