Space is boring,
I cannot just sit around forever
taking up what nobody else wants.

It is only fitting,
that the space between
here and there
is neither here nor there.

How long do you reckon it will take me to walk from the top of this poem to bottom?
to span the gap between ‘i’ and ‘u’?

My love, according to Zeno we will never see eachother again.

Atleast now I will not have to confess I am neither moving to where I am, nor fleeing from where I am not.