The lines that inform
our existences–that circumscribe,
describe the borders between

our reality and unreality, our
understanding of the world we
walk in–are faint, blurry,
ephemeral. What do we know
of the space between certainty and

uncertainty, knowing and
doubting, acceptable and unacceptable,
trusting and questioning?

Dividing each binary is an inconstant
boundary, wavering, traveling along the

continuum, pulsing, fading,
expanding, intensifying.

We construct limits, frames to shape
our stories, but find our truths
lie in the margins, between the lines,

in the white spaces of our lives.