Sometimes
I get these urges to flee.
To flee my future
To flee my life
To flee existence.
I don’t mean that I want to die,
Rather that I want to flee time.
I want to flee to a place of the in-between and nowhere,
The edge of infinity;
nothing and everything.
Outside of all that has been, is, and will be.
Somewhere that has collected all of these experiences
Like sea glass in a bottle.
I wonder what infinity looks like.
– K. Dawn, 2018