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space makes me cry, when I think about it,. We're all so small, yet everything seems so big at times, but in reality every single thing is so minuscule. Nothing will ever compare to the sun's warmth. I just want to lay out, and burn, sort of. I just want everything to fade out, and become smaller and smaller with every ounce of time.

I like space, the one I give, the one you receive, and the one you ultimately leave me with, but it's so cold, and I'd just really like some warmth you know. But it doesn't seem like i'll ever get smaller and smaller, it seems like i'll always be wrapped up in some universe where everything is crucial and every single move is so great and big like giants. Where a single glimpse can break down cities and sewer lines.

That's how i ultimately feel, as if, any little thing, breaks cities inside. Where as, every single day, silently the whole city is just falling apart. But the simplest thing, rebuilds it as well. I don't know what to expect out of the cold and warmth anymore. I just would like to go numb and shrink, shrink intellectually, shrink physically, shrink emotionally, until i'm microscopic. I would just like to not be able to count and tell time, because it doesn't even exist right?