Give me space.
Give me the life I always wanted.
The river running dry in my throat. Shutting down.
Give me a reason. To run from you and your imperfections. The warmth turned cold. Shut the gate from terrors.
Give me health. The fruit, the fig, the fall.
Walk away. Everlasting crimson cascading down my hair as the sky bleeds in mourning. Of us.
Guide me. My path unmeasured, unruly with tales of fear and promises of fortune.
Give me prayer. The words of a mother, the feel of another. Forever in your debt I am to be. A missive of heartache.
In the end, give me love.
I don’t want space.
Space. It’s always around us. The air, the atmosphere, it always surrounds us. From deep dark abysses to clear blue skies, It is always here, and never dies. You can find it anywhere you go, From high beyond the clouds, to deep down below, It’s always there, in our spirit, in our soul; Know that space will never leave you alone.