Beyond the Edges of What We Can See

To find something so easy, so right, takes just a little bit more than we can hold in only our own hands. It takes time and it takes a desire to go beyond these moments and to look for some new place. We have times and we have these places that hold us inside themselves as though we belong to something that goes beyond the edges of what we can see.

History stretches back far beyond our selves, back to the times even beyond the human, we belong within these times, but there are echoes of other times, other non-human creatures that haunt our nightmares from back in the times before imagination.

Here we lie, side-by-side in the dark, reassured by the presence of someone else, even though we know no creatures haunt the world beyond these darkly-shadowed walls. Even though there are no beasts, no undead, nothing that lies beyond what we know; still we have a fear of what is unknown, what could happen once we step outside this room and we part to go separate ways down those deserted dark streets to lives out of the reach of each other. We know too we will not really rest until we are back here together again, lying side by side, wondering, and fearing, what could come and tear us from each other’s arms.