I have plans to free myself of life’s in-betweens.

The places where boundaries fade and color each other.

The places where messy edges scatter thoughts and wound intent.

I can’t negotiate these gaps so I plan a get away.

I throw my hands up to free my soul.

The pieces scatter far apart yet I stand alone still tangled.

Photography contributed by “Jeb, Traffic with Elves Fauns and Fairies”