Space

Space

I feel it around me
Space
In the in betweens
The breaths
The bites, the sips, the (heart)beats

But sometimes
There isn't enough

Each direction pulls with urgency
The space is a race instead
And I am stretched too thin
The stack too high, too fat, too pulsing
It pushes everything else to the wayside
Leaving it like a thin spine on a book shelf
Hardly visible
But full of the magic and the energy I will need
To get through the space
Of tomorrow





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