Between the academia of time and distance,
You can find spaces where pure love exists.
In the breath of lovers saying hello and goodbye,
In the pockets of fathers who have wiped away tears,
In the clasped hands of friends reuniting.
Those spaces account for all that is true and right in the world.
Once you have occupied that space,
You will never forget the light there, the scent, the music, the warmth.
The memory will enchant you forever,
Without the limitations of time and distance.
In those spaces,
You might find yourself.
Or lose yourself.
The difference is completely