Lost in spaces small to wide
Lost in spaces unidentified and undefined
Where do i go and where did i leave
Everyday holds my down like a tightly knit weave
This blanket of suffocation will never let me leave
Now im stuck in the space between
Space between the rock and a hard place
Space between the right and the wrong case
Space between the good and evil taste
The space between my love and my mistakes
Now this space is getting tighter
Now this space is getting brighter
Now im blinded by the brightness and swallowed by the tightness
My life is one never ending sin that laughs at me when i try to make it right again
Now i fading really fast
To my life of neverlast
Will I ever find my space
Will I ever find my space
In this world full of hate
There are spaces between these words. There are spaces in outer space. Blank. It reminds me of white. Of nothing. The spaces between your fingers are made for my fingers. the space in your head because you’re so dumb sometimes. :)
spaces that I didn’t know were there keep coming to me in dreams while I am awake. I try to go to them in sleep but they become further and further away while my current position gets worse and worse. I need to get out before the time comes that this is all over.
There are many spaces. Spaces in time. Parking spaces. Space between my ears – lots of that. Space in the middle of the mall where once you could walk and now is filled with kiosks. Space to fill out forms. Space the final frontier.
everyone needs one, whether its personal or private. they define us. we define them. they color us, we color them. bring people in to yours. spaces are what people use to get away, and to get closer. fill yours, empty it. go minimalist. go crazy. go outer spaces.
when we think, we have infinite amount of space. There is no limit. Space provides us to dream and think, we are not space. Space is just there for a support a boundry, but yet able to be crossed.
the harddrive is nearly full i need more space so i purchase a new memory ram, i will need 4 gig that should be enough i should get a graphics whil im at it
the space is place near the moon. alsoblah blah blah boring boring boring…… :) smile… brooom!!!! ahahhahahahaa aaaah eijesfjwjefpwjifpewjfpweijpwejfjfn
And then there are the spaces in space. Where we can’t reach. Where I wish I could go. And I can’t.
Just like the spaces where you are. Where I can’t be. Because each time I am. My heart beats too fast. And you glare at me thinking, “That girl takes up too much space in these spaces that are forever and never.” And I think, “All these spaces are filled up my wishes that the space I am, would make your spaces smile.”
ceo ke me gusta este tpo de paginas pork stan chingonas stan kuradillas i pues p0uedo interactuar kon la kosas i no estoi pensando soloo escribiendo pork eso decia mas nose lo ke estoi aciendo asi ke si alguien me explica no staria mal ok… porfavo ayudenme
There are parts of Tokiya’s life that I don’t know about. Spaces that I can’t see into because he hides them from me. I guess I can understand why. Yakuza stuff isn’t something I should worry about since I’m just a kid, and I could be in danger by knowing more than I should. but still, I feel that I’m locked out and I wish he’d let me in a little more. He’s all I have after all.
spaces! spaces! spaces! I must fill them all! They must not be wasted! A huge expanse of space before me but not a tiny space to spare! It’s madness! I need blank space. I need free spaces. I need breathing spaces. I need to let go of space.
Spaces are forgotten.
They are lost in time.
Spaces are for people who don’t know what they want, a placeholder.
Spaces have meaning, though some people never see that.
You want what you can’t have.
I’ve got a lot of space in my space. I’ve got blank walls, expressions undone… tell me a story, Mr. wall, tell me a good one! Oh, you’re blank. :c I’m sorry about that, Mr. Wall. I guess you can’t talk now, eh?
Spaces are the worlds in between worlds, where we find nothing or everything. Spaces are the places where one traces patient racers’ paces. Spaces are up and down and left and right. Spaces are back and forth. Spaces are animal. Spaces are vegetable. Spaces are where it ISN’T at.
As I looked at the spaces between the models’ thighs, my envy grew. I wanted that. I wanted to be that thin, that featherlight. And I would be, from now on, only apples and water.
Fill the spaces with black ink. All I see is white space to be filled… with thoughts, with doodles, with anything. My hand always aches and shakes, hovering over blank paper. I want to make something of the space, something meaningful, something worthwhile, something not just for me. I will hover until I find the right things to put in place.
Spaces are the places in which human mind and invention comes from. It is the point at which we find outselves the most creative and yet the most alone. I think that it is possible to view spaces as gift and curse because even tho it is empty – we do not accept it for that – and always have to find ways to fill that empty space.
are what i can or cant find. are what i’m lacking and what i cant fit inside. i dont want to be there alone, i dont want to be there with you. i dont want to be anywhere where i can’t see you. its a useless thing, really. space. spaces. what are you supposed to do with them? besides wait…
He wandered through those empty spaces left Saigon by the american bombings. Each step he felt like lifting his camera and snapping a picture. Click, click, click… he couldn’t capture all the desolation.
Each empty space once housed people, things, love: now, it was just all spaces.
Spaces define us. It’s not what we’re made up of, but what we’re lacking that makes us who we are. Empty spaces show where our pain falls and why we feel what we feel.
Well, spaces are necessary in all of life’s work, as it gives people chances to isolate themselves, and think about whatever needs to be thought about. More importantly, spaces give us words.
Spaces are space. A empty space is a space. A empty room is a space. Spaces can be boring. Sometimes they are fun. Space is also in the sky with stars and planets. Yay for spaces.
empty blank filled life vast pilgrim ride like dislike vacant heroin heart live breathe die life death cancer two by four fear unknown
Lost in spaces small to wide
Lost in spaces unidentified and undefined
Where do i go and where did i leave
Everyday holds my down like a tightly knit weave
This blanket of suffocation will never let me leave
Now im stuck in the space between
Space between the rock and a hard place
Space between the right and the wrong case
Space between the good and evil taste
The space between my love and my mistakes
Now this space is getting tighter
Now this space is getting brighter
Now im blinded by the brightness and swallowed by the tightness
My life is one never ending sin that laughs at me when i try to make it right again
Now i fading really fast
To my life of neverlast
Will I ever find my space
Will I ever find my space
In this world full of hate
There are spaces between these words. There are spaces in outer space. Blank. It reminds me of white. Of nothing. The spaces between your fingers are made for my fingers. the space in your head because you’re so dumb sometimes. :)
spaces that I didn’t know were there keep coming to me in dreams while I am awake. I try to go to them in sleep but they become further and further away while my current position gets worse and worse. I need to get out before the time comes that this is all over.
There are many spaces. Spaces in time. Parking spaces. Space between my ears – lots of that. Space in the middle of the mall where once you could walk and now is filled with kiosks. Space to fill out forms. Space the final frontier.
everyone needs one, whether its personal or private. they define us. we define them. they color us, we color them. bring people in to yours. spaces are what people use to get away, and to get closer. fill yours, empty it. go minimalist. go crazy. go outer spaces.
when we think, we have infinite amount of space. There is no limit. Space provides us to dream and think, we are not space. Space is just there for a support a boundry, but yet able to be crossed.
i felt around, blind and wishing. I smelled the fire, but grasped only petals from the ground. she told me that i would
Spaces are an area, a spot, position, or a large indoor or outdoor place.
Space is just a theory like time, it doesn’t really exist but it explains a few things.
the harddrive is nearly full i need more space so i purchase a new memory ram, i will need 4 gig that should be enough i should get a graphics whil im at it
there are too many spaces, above and beyond very anoying. too much time
spaces need to be filled with something.
emptiness. vast amounts of anything. Many things can fit into spaces and spaces can fit in everywhere. anything and everything
spaces are a mesure of distance between two objects, for example two cars parked next toe each other.
Spaces are the place to put thing you see and like to look
Spaces like to be stocked up Spaces are what relay rock
spaces can be small, large, expansive and they can also contract, our minds can fill small and large spaces
the space is place near the moon. alsoblah blah blah boring boring boring…… :) smile… brooom!!!! ahahhahahahaa aaaah eijesfjwjefpwjifpewjfpweijpwejfjfn
Empty spaces. Filled spaces. Quiet spaces. Loud spaces. Helpless spaces. Hopeful spaces. Loving spaces. Hating spaces. Spaces there. Spaces here. Spaces that. Spaces this. Nothing spaces. Everything spaces. Forever spaces. Ending spaces. Old spaces. New spaces.
And then there are the spaces in space. Where we can’t reach. Where I wish I could go. And I can’t.
Just like the spaces where you are. Where I can’t be. Because each time I am. My heart beats too fast. And you glare at me thinking, “That girl takes up too much space in these spaces that are forever and never.” And I think, “All these spaces are filled up my wishes that the space I am, would make your spaces smile.”
Empty spaces. What are they there for?
Look outside your window. If it’s night time, you’ll see stars, if it’s not cloudy. But much more significant are the black spaces between the stars.
That’s what most of the universe is made of. The spaces between the galaxies.
An empty balloon isn’t a bad model of the universe.
spaces are somewhere that I can’t reach . The spaces between ppl around me is very far far away. What is???
So empty. So very empty. Many empty spaces in a line. An emptiness that is fine. Is it even possible to have empty spaces in a line next to eachother?
empty open hollow room white ware house in the shadows of tall buildings empty open hollow
Spaces are open. Unincorporated, nothing on them, places.
We all neeed our space! Some are more private then others.
ceo ke me gusta este tpo de paginas pork stan chingonas stan kuradillas i pues p0uedo interactuar kon la kosas i no estoi pensando soloo escribiendo pork eso decia mas nose lo ke estoi aciendo asi ke si alguien me explica no staria mal ok… porfavo ayudenme
“love” is a fuck*** prison.everything whirls around it,breathing is no longer vital…loving is!
There are parts of Tokiya’s life that I don’t know about. Spaces that I can’t see into because he hides them from me. I guess I can understand why. Yakuza stuff isn’t something I should worry about since I’m just a kid, and I could be in danger by knowing more than I should. but still, I feel that I’m locked out and I wish he’d let me in a little more. He’s all I have after all.
spaces! spaces! spaces! I must fill them all! They must not be wasted! A huge expanse of space before me but not a tiny space to spare! It’s madness! I need blank space. I need free spaces. I need breathing spaces. I need to let go of space.
Spaces are forgotten.
They are lost in time.
Spaces are for people who don’t know what they want, a placeholder.
Spaces have meaning, though some people never see that.
You want what you can’t have.
I’ve got a lot of space in my space. I’ve got blank walls, expressions undone… tell me a story, Mr. wall, tell me a good one! Oh, you’re blank. :c I’m sorry about that, Mr. Wall. I guess you can’t talk now, eh?
Spaces are the worlds in between worlds, where we find nothing or everything. Spaces are the places where one traces patient racers’ paces. Spaces are up and down and left and right. Spaces are back and forth. Spaces are animal. Spaces are vegetable. Spaces are where it ISN’T at.
As I looked at the spaces between the models’ thighs, my envy grew. I wanted that. I wanted to be that thin, that featherlight. And I would be, from now on, only apples and water.
spaces are things that are unseen. spaces are everywhere and nobody ever notices them.
Fill the spaces with black ink. All I see is white space to be filled… with thoughts, with doodles, with anything. My hand always aches and shakes, hovering over blank paper. I want to make something of the space, something meaningful, something worthwhile, something not just for me. I will hover until I find the right things to put in place.
Spaces are the places in which human mind and invention comes from. It is the point at which we find outselves the most creative and yet the most alone. I think that it is possible to view spaces as gift and curse because even tho it is empty – we do not accept it for that – and always have to find ways to fill that empty space.
are what i can or cant find. are what i’m lacking and what i cant fit inside. i dont want to be there alone, i dont want to be there with you. i dont want to be anywhere where i can’t see you. its a useless thing, really. space. spaces. what are you supposed to do with them? besides wait…
He wandered through those empty spaces left Saigon by the american bombings. Each step he felt like lifting his camera and snapping a picture. Click, click, click… he couldn’t capture all the desolation.
Each empty space once housed people, things, love: now, it was just all spaces.
Spaces define us. It’s not what we’re made up of, but what we’re lacking that makes us who we are. Empty spaces show where our pain falls and why we feel what we feel.
Well, spaces are necessary in all of life’s work, as it gives people chances to isolate themselves, and think about whatever needs to be thought about. More importantly, spaces give us words.
Spaces are space. A empty space is a space. A empty room is a space. Spaces can be boring. Sometimes they are fun. Space is also in the sky with stars and planets. Yay for spaces.