Consumption

I am consumed by space.

Breathing it in but never giving it back,

I consume the space that consumes me.

I have lost myself in trying to find why I am,

and am coming up empty with each gasp of the space I’ve created.

I am a black hole of self-observations

A battle that can only be won by loosing,

But still I fight.

I fight.

I am consumed by space.

Shaking hands reaching for something to hold onto

For something to let go of

For something.

My hands still empty,

Still searching, I consume the space around me.

Such consumption leads to hands that shake

and I let that space consume me.

I let the life I am living run its course

Too tired to match its pace.

And my hands will shake,

They’ll shake

While I am hopelessly

Consumed by space.

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