We step through walls, we step through reality.

All the world seems as it should and not as it does and this knowledge pulls us with it.

We are seekers with no map, only the idea.

We stood in the blue desert together. Dirt beneath us, the night a hollow cold around us and the stars closer in sympathy.

We stop at the edge, where there are no more steps to take.

Civilasation and its humming glows have been left behind and I am waiting for reality to break.

At arms length we stand ready in an empty desert. Your hand is warm in mine and I cannot see you in the dark.