endless desperate conversations with no one going nowhere..
doubts debating dates, desires, destinies..
reluctance tightly clutching every farewell..
lost air, lost vision, lost horizons..

i need to just breathe.

time for space. space and time.

time for spinning, time to burn. time to orbit, space to pass. space for a universe.. maybe not enough for me. time to wait.. time for gravity to decide.. time for space..

full to the core.. pulling.. closer and closer, nothing but space.. time to give it back..

confusion

Fields of images painting a utopian world, vivid voices slipping into my porous thoughts.. textures, tastes, and smells working up a tattered soul searching for what had little time to harvest.. Trying to feel the shape of a feeling as it fumbled in darkness... doubting whether it's possible to find anything if it is nothing without it.. hoping one day the distance will disappear and disolve between a returning warmth.. waiting for the next crossing.. what truth can be found in a broken world?