Do I stop to complain

how do I let the air in my heart


space has let go

but the space is empty

time is all I have

but it leaves me every night


hurting and healing

you have to hurt to be healed

I tell myself


to complain would be a waste of breath

to lose everything I have

I'd be empty

time is crashing down,

I dream of space

but even space needs gravity

to hold us down

keep us together

but I don't need to breathe if you want space

waiting will drag us down

crash landing

but space is not hollow

those special memories are the weight of the stars

hold us up,

keep us in space


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