I became the space itself; my face is now a piece of land with a house situated on it. The boundaries defined by black slowly begin to fade. What exists within these boundaries? Trees? A house? A child? Animals? Parents? Meaning? A search?

When we look closer at the walls, we see they form the contours of a face. Within these boundaries, what do we repeatedly gaze upon to find peace? What do we touch, what do we smell? Every morning, I wake up to the same view. My eyes turn into trees, and where the trees end, the sky begins. I wander within these boundaries, the ones I was born into and continue to live within, reaching out towards the sky.