I’m not a fairweather friend.
I’ve just seen brighter days.
Sometimes, the feeling is all too much
and I cannot contain it.
Good or bad,
right or wrong,
I continuously have to face it

Trying to navigate such overwhelming emotions,
vast or minimal,
I cannot escape them.
Space is such a vague word.
Needing space, even from occasions I love,
never made much sense.
It still doesn’t.
I’m trying and finding,
there’s no final answer.
There’s only navigating invisible lines
and crisscrossing through them.

I will change with time
but it doesn’t really turn me
in an opposite direction of you.
I’m near in your heart,
holding your hand, here.

Space is such a vague word.
Though, I don’t take it very likely.
We will change in time.
It doesn’t make much sense,
or does it ?





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