The Space Between

The surface was never meant to divide.

It doesn’t separate air from water—

it holds the tension between them.

A pause. A breath. A threshold.

Not a line to cross,

but a space to feel.

To dive is not just to go under.

It is to let go—of weight, of knowing,

of needing to stay above.

And in that surrender,

the unknown doesn’t feel like a threat.

It feels like a truth

we were always meant to meet.

We’re not built for one element alone.

We exist in the drift—

between gravity and buoyancy,

between what we stand on

and what holds us when we fall.