Back of Beyond

Restless hearts are never still and their beating always urges for another beyond. Slowly, fumbling and clumsy, I can feel my fingertips brushing against the wall of this beyond and my heart screams for the leap into another before it's too late. But it's hard to broach the void when you cannot find the door in between the worlds. All I'm left is an imagination whispering about what the next phase of living will be like and another tiny voice telling me I'll never see it.