In a space between heaven and home

A space between heaven and home. Perhaps it doesn’t exist, yet its distance is felt, though unseen; the quiet knowing that I could never inhabit your reality, nor you within mine. Still, we exist together in this in-between; once, and even now, it is beautiful. And if this world were to combust in a burst of light, and no eyes were left to witness, Still we died trying.

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Work for Violin, Viola and 3D Audio (binaurally rendered). Please listen with headphones.