“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”
C.S. Lewis, 1955
The time between us
When we don’t know where we begin or where we end
We’re only
Skin into skin
Heart into heart
Light into dark
Sky into sea
You into me