Day 261: Distracted Spaces

We wield great power in other people's lives, not just because of our defined roles but because of the undefined, the part of us that doesn't need a rational thought process to exist. We value our spaces and sometimes these people, are our spaces. They are our cushions for the world, which we find hard to understand. They are our clarity when needed and sometimes even our distractions combined. They are our strength and weaknesses in a single gift wrapped package and as we make sense of it all, we are left behind taking a chance. I find it hard to define these spaces, these comfort zones we find for ourselves. I write from such a place today, I am the distractions and spaces combined, in the few lines I write.

Distracted Spaces
So we are these "spaces", that are kept so close
We are warm hugs & conversations that never draw to a close
As I watch the sunset & sunrise from sides of your window sills
My canvas lies empty, I look for outlines & colors to fill

Our constant insecurities, at the end of today
Wrapped up in the conversations we never had, that got away
So I hold you down to promises we never made
Hoping for a holiday in between a week, as we take a break

Be unsatisfied, be restless, be inconsistent even with yourself
Be quiet, and loud in your mind, and be the best of self
Be the candle that burns long into a dimly lit space
Be the flicker of light I see, that offers warmth without a trace

I am your spaces for now, and sometimes so are you
I am distractions that are strong enough to somehow get through
The irrational and the sensible me, they seem to pick up a fight
So I decide to be neither, I am just me as you capture in your sight

These stories we write, the short chapters with shorter titles they speak
They are undisclosed chapters for now, as you take a sneak peek.