Space All I ask from you Is the space to heal The space to think So I can control how I feel But each time you try To force through my wall Worm your way in Trying to take my all All for a little space You leave me raising my voice Too frustrated to seem sane Taking away my only choice Try to understand We're worlds and miles apart And I need time and space To clean the slate and restart
Reading this beautiful poem reminded me of a saying I read somewhere that goes like this, "If an egg is broken by an outside force, life ends. If broken by an inside force, life begins. Great things always begin from the inside."
@BhumiBabe, A good plea. I wish we could send such pleas to a few people in our lives and get them to understand and respect our needs. I wish we had some kind of imaginary cocoons where we could get in to hibernate n rejuvenate leaving disturbing thoughts and people behind. I wish...uff! I wish..
It's so frustrating to always be present, now that we're adults. Somehow, people always view personal space as something weird and dangerous.
