What if there were big spaces inside me? What if the muscles, organs and bones chose to separate to make way for the heart?
What if the threads of my shirt opened themselves to let the breezes of the universe flow through?
What if the letters sought their own space so that the words disappeared?
What if the painting sitting before me opened to show the spaces between brush strokes, with the golf course disappearing in favour of white flecks between green and blue and brown?
What if the tree showed spots of blue amidst its leaves and hidden birds?
And what if the space between you and me was alive with love?