rare bird

the problem is, there is no space between, no nether realm filled with nothing and at the same time containing all the possibilities of all the worlds. there is only the never-tangible reality and the ever-present inner world of my own creation, but not of my own control. there is no place for infinity, for insanity, for daring. there is no life in the void, after all - and it has been long since i've died.