if i curl tight enough

in the hidden hole between
awake and asleep

i can keep the warmth in

if i am still and silent

in the soft space between
night and day

i can feel my heart beat

i can clear my voice and
whisper my intentions

if i stay here, eyes closed,
mind uninterrupted

in the comfort between
oblivion and sensibility

i can pretend i have not
been forgotten

i can let time turn her
face to the sun and close
her eyes to the light

my loneliness will matter
my emptiness will not be realized

this is where i find myself

where time is relative and
the darkness can’t get me