I wonder what it would be like fall in between the cracks.
Would I be pressed wafer-thin, so as to be so light that I glide through the until landing on the wet tongue of a waiting child and dissolving into their body, consumed by another?
Or, would my bones crunch as I am squeezed between the two places, my body contracting and contorting as it collapses in on itself and I am left nothing but bones and flesh and blood?
Either way, there would be a moment where I am at Peace economy.
When the two sides have come together and I am no longer simply in between but I am a part of a whole, the piece that joins them together and creates sense.
Creates peace.
But I am not there. I am here. I am real.