EMPTY SPACE AND ME
Empty space and loneliness. I find myself with the only one who can either destroy me or save me. Every time I stare at her, I face the mirror and cannot escape. The battle of facing my own existence is inglorious.
I lie down, turn to left, turn to right, feel restless. I get up and walk from one side to another. Nothing exists save empty space and me. And I am but loneliness.
I stare at the wall for hours. They say walls have ears. I wish they heard me. I wish I could sleep, but I can’t. I can’t find a way to soothe the whirl of thoughts and feelings which live inside of me.
My dreams are as far as stars from other galaxies. I keep still, lying here.
I’m living in a dreamworld, out of touch with reality, dreaming with the day when I get out of this mind, this cubicle, this town, this country, this world.
I’m living in a silent film, I fear real life. I feel so small that I wish I could protect myself from the world. But most danger’s inside, not outside.
I wish I was loved, so I create characters who might requite me, reach me, touch me, heat me and show me the way.
Why do I insist in hiding myself behind my own loneliness instead of just opening the door?
(Written by Franciele Teix and Malice Robins)
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