in between rays of light through wistful cotton
within blood rushing through veins
next to rivers lapping over stubborn stones
among dimly lit rooms with bright eyes and colorful drawings on the walls
along silhouettes of branches against navy skies
from the pin pricks of light piercing through the black fabric which holds us
through the rise and fall of breath
through the metronome that is the ticking heart
through thoughts deep as the ocean yet ephemeral as smoke
find it
sid gore 