Dangling

Ever feel like you're suspended in mid-nothingness,
surrounded by a vast and endless universe of black space
made up of layer upon layer of emptiness...
an infinite void
below you,
all around you,
above you,
and seeping right into you
through the fragile cracks in the foundation
of your very existence...
the only thing holding you,
from an unknown source of some kind of faith,
a single thread of fine hair, swaying gently-
or waiting, perfectly still
(it's hard to tell in all of that nothingness)
-leaving you dangling
above (or below) something that seems to have no direction,
no beginning or end,
and no substance in between any of these... ?



Written by Rachael Sage Payne ©

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