Space in the physical sense can be as small as a box to hold your pencils. Tight enough to make the bravest man a quivering claustrophobic. It can be as open as a meadow. Or as high as one would dare imagine. Space...so little...yet so much.. Space in the astronomical sense is vast. Masses occupy it, but it's still so widespread. Can there be anything be more vaster, more massive than our universe? Space can also be a heartache. Distancing two lovers from eachother for a time unknown. Space pushing the two to wrong lives instead of bringing them together as one as they were meant to be. Space...interferer...and love ender. Time passes and the space grows wider. Distancing the two lovers to the point of no return. I ask you again: Can there be anything vaster, more massive than our universe? The answer is...yes. The soorow in one's heart when they realize that they won't spend the rest of there lives with the one they're destined to be with. No space of any kind will ever be vaster than that of the heart and soul in pain. For pain does not consume the space in your heart and soul. It becomes a stronger space that spreads itself inside of you like a life-threatening virus.
Reason for writing:
Has anyone ever experienced the "TRUE POWER" of space?
If "YES", e-mail me about it.(If you chose)
If "NO", e-mail me and tell me what you think the "TRUE POWER" of space feels like.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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