Where Worlds Intersect

Where Worlds Intersect — between the words we never say, suspended in a quiet space. Feel the curve, the micro line, where your world intersects with mine. Hold me close in this space we only know… A frequency we cannot name, a burning spark, a dying flame. In the space between the nodes, where the ghost of memory flows. Suspended in the quiet space between the words we never say. A perfect line, a crooked thread, a story without any end. Feel the curve of the micro line — where your world meets mine. In the space between the nodes, the ghost of memory still flows.