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The Space You Give Me
And why I’ve manifested my own space now
Space: the area in the room that’s filled with laughter, memories, goings-on that aren’t quite seen by the naked eye.
Space: the area beyond your realm of life as you know it, occupying the airs surrounding those you may never meet.
Space: the area outside of this bubble of Earth that appears majestic, alluring, unavoidable.
Space: the area inside your mind that flows itself freely as thoughts flutter in and around and with and through it all.
Space: the area of void that you solemnly welcome — giving me too much of it as you distance yourself like an astronaut might the Sun.
the area of void that you solemnly welcome — giving me too much of it as you distance yourself like an astronaut might the Sun
I ask for space, but you give me the world. Is that what I really want, though?
I seek solace in the space of my own making — filling my abode with peace, serenity, euphoria. I practice yoga and meditation whilst incense burns gracefully in the background, filling my space with aromas so sweet, I can’t help but to smile. The smoke lingers for moments on end, as if time itself is…
