There’s a vast space between what could have been and what is. I crawled through the vortex, discovering sounds of familiar voices.
They stockpiled secrets kept in nest boxes, stacking them to the tops of grey ceilings. All along, I felt I was uncovering something important. I grew in awe of them, despite myself. I became more reserved, hiding behind these giants in these small spaces.
In the vast space between, I slept through days and nights, losing touch. Things I thought I knew became more ambiguous. The mysteries I sought had swallowed me.
Where did you go?
I lost myself trying to find you.
Now, we’re both lost and without a face to place blame.
Dawning Creations 
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