Outside and Inside

What is outside me? Air? Human beings? Space? Left behind beyond my closed border? Air, humans, space, enclosed within their own closed border? Another me? Is it beyond my border? With no contact between me and me? Words tremble, they slip from my hand, as if tiny, playful fish were slipping through fingers in the middle of the sea. I am inside the sea; the sea is surging over my body, in my womb...