The space here is filled with an endless ocean that does not exist
The world underneath ripples with created void and silent voices
You are there, I am here, or at least, that is what I think

We have never touched each other,
but the air we share touches the other as we pass through infinite pathways coupled with possibilities we cannot comprehend before being separated while sifting through choices, mistakes and epiphanies buried beneath the soil of the ocean floor in the ocean that does not exist only to become one with compassion, confessions and competitions.

We're flushed red at the core with a burning desire to love, reveal or survive but only time will tell what fools we are when water from the ocean that does not exist floods the core of our being, extinguishing everything that exists within nothing