the spaces

Two words are dancing on this Im floating in your eyes and it feels criminal it feels strange I see the consequences of togetherness longing withdraws and ghosts of what never was is this all is this me a contrivance of this want an artifact of something i will never have this world is bad it is crazy aseries of floating islands in some sort of hell floating sideways always sideways whatis this madness where is the solid it is strange and in some places beautiful like it is inyour eyes