The world between the words

The words have managed to beguile me for the longest possible time. They go a long way. I believed them to be my friend in every business. They made me feel like a winner. And I don’t know exactly when, and how, I saw an opening between these words. A portal to a silent meaning-free space. It was quiet and had no edges and shape. No sense of time. I get to be totally naked in this space. Being naked of every possible belief, condition, questioning, and analysing. Here I too have no edge or shape. I don’t have an age. I have a hunch that cats rule this place. The world between the words.