Space, a word with many meanings, many connotations, and hidden feelings


Space is the only one to blame, for it makes me wonder if I’ve gone insane 

Those thoughts, those dreams, those piercing screams of scrutiny and disdain

The taint, the taunt, that alter my patterns of thought

Those things inside I try so dearly to hide, build up the anguish and the hate

Until it’s simply too late

And the agony


my fate

What are you looking for?