Posted by Kamelia

The space between here and there
is narrow
Walking crab-like, I reach the window
A gust of fresh air whips my hair
spinning me
like the dreams I've had
but never came to be.

I need space.
A time to think.
To reflect
To unlearn, what I remember.
I need space to breathe,
To live
To embrace the living.

Space, like the emptiness in my head.
At night.

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