SPACE has many different definitions
Tonight I ponder only a few.
In OUTER space, the sun keeps the Earth happy and alive because it allows Earth to orbit her most spectacular fire
In OUR space, you were my sun, moon, and stars, the brightest of lights that could warm up my chilliest hours
We thrive on space,
Not only the space we make with others,
but the space we dont even recognize holding us afloat in our daily lives
None of us all knowing how important it is for space to exist
How vital it is to our being.
and the sad part is, we take it for f-ing granted
Its never enough.
We **** on and pollute the space not only mother nature gave us,
But the people who turn our ordinary days into extraordinary ones
And then it sinks in
That space,
all of that god **** motherfing space
Is everywhere.
What does it take for one to come to this conclusion?
It takes finding something(or one) that makes our own personal universes' balanced.
Our own personal sunshine wakeup call
Our blanket of stars to tuck us in each night
For what seems like such a short, pathetic amount of time until
The Black Hole ***** us back up
We become milky way bodies
Constellations grasping, clawing for each other as we
Spin
Dance and
spin
Parts of us burn out
Glowing as big and miraculous as ever and then
BOOM
Nothing.
Firecracker, flash,
Fade.
Its empty, vast, and lonely now.
Corroded, spent, ashamed
A lost child without its favorite blanket
A forever sleep in your dark
Constantly running,
Running from the space
Thats too big to fill
because of a presense
Far exceeding the capacity
One wouldn't willingly admit
Half a year of blinding heat
Memories etched eternally in my mind
Every day a struggle
To make the space between us
Bigger and bigger
Until you do not exist here anymore.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
SPACE has many different definitions
Tonight I ponder only a few.
In OUTER space, the sun keeps the Earth happy and alive because it allows Earth to orbit her most spectacular fire
In OUR space, you were my sun, moon, and stars, the brightest of lights that could warm up my chilliest hours
We thrive on space,
Not only the space we make with others,
but the space we dont even recognize holding us afloat in our daily lives
None of us all knowing how important it is for space to exist
How vital it is to our being.
and the sad part is, we take it for f-ing granted
Its never enough.
We **** on and pollute the space not only mother nature gave us,
But the people who turn our ordinary days into extraordinary ones
And then it sinks in
That space,
all of that god **** motherfing space
Is everywhere.
What does it take for one to come to this conclusion?
It takes finding something(or one) that makes our own personal universes' balanced.
Our own personal sunshine wakeup call
Our blanket of stars to tuck us in each night
For what seems like such a short, pathetic amount of time until
The Black Hole ***** us back up
We become milky way bodies
Constellations grasping, clawing for each other as we
Spin
Dance and
spin
Parts of us burn out
Glowing as big and miraculous as ever and then
BOOM
Nothing.
Firecracker, flash,
Fade.
Its empty, vast, and lonely now.
Corroded, spent, ashamed
A lost child without its favorite blanket
A forever sleep in your dark
Constantly running,
Running from the space
Thats too big to fill
because of a presense
Far exceeding the capacity
One wouldn't willingly admit
Half a year of blinding heat
Memories etched eternally in my mind
Every day a struggle
To make the space between us
Bigger and bigger
Until you do not exist here anymore.
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