Spaces can be anything. The space between us can be both finite and infinite. Space is something that cannot be defined but also that can be infinitely striated. Do not define, only feel space.
Cameron
Empty spaces are not really empty. They are full of stories and meaning.
The hotel room
The open area beneath the door
The gap between the beams in the walls
That hideout spot in the backyard
The woods
The small meadows between trees
The backseat of a car.
Daniel S
The space i am in i spend a lot of time in since it is my room. i think a lot in here. for example on my bed..when i fall asleep i think about what i cant have and i dont like it. but its all i can think about it is just frustrating at times. i like this space.
Magical
I walked into the empty spaces between the shadows and the light. The breeze was loud enough to drown out the sound of my breathing. Waiting for something to happen, I looked up at the clouds, but was unable to see any pictures in the sky.
Mara S.
the universe is BIG.
i like stars.
even though in the winter it has to be really really cold for you to see them. in town.
universes. plural. there’s lots of them, you know.
shayla
i can’t see very well
shayla
there are spaces everywhere. some filled, some not. some will be void forever and others will never know that they were empty. spaces can not be defined. they stretch on forever-unrestrained, answering to nothing
jenny
I never liked wide open spaces. They’re like a giant mirror that only reflects how small we really are, showing us how on this tiny planet of ours – regardless of what we do – we’ll eventually be forgotten; never existing, just empty space.
Corey
There are spaces in between our ears. There are spaces in between spaces. There are spaces between us. There are spaces out in space. If space could talk, then space would say, “far out”. Space between us has grown to a point where I think we need some space.
Zeke
i can crawl and crawl and crawl and cut my lip on big grey yellow grates and cut my lip while watching purple couches and furniture from the grate top left left window and it’s full of dust here big dirty dust.
Aviv Cohn
spaces fill my head like the places i used to know when i was younger big balloons like big melons dripping over seeds in the sky and all i can do is write this melody and watch it float away in the sky and meet with the goodyear blimp and watch us all from way up high. what can we do to stop the incessant push towards an inevtiable end?
megan
I feel the openness and fullness of being. With all of the heat in between I can make a world. It’s not the atom that makes the difference, it’s the space between that drives the life around us, the life within us. The energy is there.
Elizabeth
There are many spaces in my house. Large living room, small kitchen, little nook. Porch. enough space to have to yell for my roommates. Enough space to live.
Lauren
“I don’t like empty spaces,” she muttered.
I looked at her critically. “You have to fix this anyway,” I said, waving at the bookcase. “It’s a mess.”
She shuffled her feet and didn’t meet my eyes.
brytning
the spaces in my room are full and so little to begin with. It’s like I slipping to a twilight room where the night meets the day and vice versa. It would clean up good to say that I love this way and hope it works this way forever or as time itself.
VR
waiting to be filled with sumthing. gaps. my life has plenty of spaces. People do not give me enough freaking space to breathe! This world does not have enogh space. but so much space nd so much room… How come everyone is alone?
cass
i don’t want to fill up any more space, she whispered to the darkness.
it’s humiliating. please let me be disappear.
her wish could not be granted as she was already close to disappearing. what more did she want?
she’s delusional, the darkness thought to itself.
joyce
The spaces between you and I are infinite. You seem to be something that I cannot grasp. The dead air and still darkness is a constant reminder that you are far beyond what I’m capable of having, able to keep for myself.
M.
I don’t know if I prefer small spaces or wide open spaces. When I am sitting in a big room I like to pull myself in tight but when I am with a bunch on people on a couch or lying on my small dorm bed i like to spread out as much as possible…
Marcie
you’re the closest thing i’ve felt to love.
i use to reject the thought of fallingin love so young.
but you filled the empty spaces.
then you just threw it away.
and i don’t see why i felt that way about you.
i was crushed.
hurt.
you just stopped talking to me.
without an explanation.
don’t you think i deserve one?
Andee
filling in the blanks between your already empty words. my favorite part is listening to your breathing through the crystals, over the airwaves. so much more said in silence.
nick scripp
heart to heart relationship
mamta
Boxes and squares. Empty until they are filled by the doodles of an abstract mind. Bored extrovert, bored introvert, all the same when presented with a space to explode and a mind that’s left the building.
Pinky
I like open spaces. I feel empty enough without being enclosed by four walls. Give me dirt under my feet, give me dew on the tall grass, give me an orange sunset in a Florida field, give me open spaces.
12:38
The space in between.
I’m pretty sure that’s a song. Or a line from a song, but I’m blanking out as per what it sounds like. Gap teeth are not very attractive to me, and they used to show a promiscuous woman. Now there’s another song.
I think it’s sing-a-long time in Barrett House.
KMurray
The space between … it’s a song.
There are spaces between your fingers and when you trace them you get a turkey.
Space, my very educated mother just served us nine pizzas or did she now serve us nothing since they exiled pluto?
We love crosswords. you know a five letter word for turtle U_u_U
caitdoggg
Spaces no space. Doesnt make sense. But I try. spaces
Infinite
Uncontrollable
Magnificent
Going to stop hitting Enter Ok/
wow
fail
IM DOING IT AGAIN!
Spaces are not relevant so yah
I try so hard
eww
sounded naughty
Josh
spaces are all there ever is between us. I could fit an ocean in the things we never say. I reach out to pull you closer to me and I fall into the spaces of your voice, as it echoes in my head.
Stephanie Harper
spaces. spaces are what separate the words that i’m writing. without spaces, sentences would look like this: imwritingathingforthiswebsitethatistumbleduponusingthenewapplicationigotfromfacebook.
now that’s not that easy to read is it? so aren’t you glad that we invented the space? spaces also brings to mind space, like stars and planets and spaceships and shit. i just did a physics project on space, it was kinda interesting but kinda boring. do you think aliens exist? i do, but not in our solar system. and i don’t mean lame bacteria, i mean real aliens who have a language and everything. that would be so cool if we found aliens. i’ve never seen star trek, but there sure is a lot of hype about it.
s.m
theres so many of them open
i had one time plotted in one of your brains many…
i could advance a few more () on your gameboard
im losing it into these pieces of outer …
complete these empty ones in my heart
there will never be an incomplete section of () in your life
I cant have enough to go t
Alexander
Spaces it is something we fill with things we might not always need. They are what people fall in between, they are little inconviences that god has put on earth to make us write about. It is in which separates our words from meshed letters to great brilancy.
Meriah
outer. inner. between. lots of. blanks. between two solids. dark matter. black holes. spaces isn’t a word. like wth is spaces? it should be singular.
Jesus Christ
mine are all filled with you now–they were empty with hurt & disappointment for the longest time…love and contentment now thrive there…where you are–and will be forever. thank you.
chansgirl
spaces are empty. they are possiblities
they can be fun
they can really suck
they are what you make them
they are defined by their borders, but you make up what happens in side of them
spaces separate, but the can also unite. Spaces are for you to discover.
Jake
the spaces between my fingers you fill and feel with yours. the spaces between my arms you wrap and wrap with yours. the open spaces accessible by air…you and your warmth are there. the spaces closed for private viewing are yours…right there.
cjstar
we all have spaces. we all need spaces. spaces imply borderlines, and they imply divisiveness. everyone takes a side. everyone maintains a space. spaces are neither good nor evil: they just are, whether they’re microscopic or macroscopic.
12justin
So when I think of spaces, I think of the Dixie Chicks and their dreams of having wide open ones. Now I just have country music in my head. That’s neither good nor bad on this rainy Oregon evening. Next thought, parking spaces…and how do I find the best one at Saturday Market?
Woz
I cannot reach you from where you lie, cased in stone inside your mind. Shut out. Too great a distance between loved ones hurts. So does being too close. Happiness is balance. That amkes me think of prairiedaisy (Wendy, I think) and our conversation like that.
It was only inches, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body heat, yet it felt like miles. She didn’t know how to begin to reach out just to brush fingertips to close the gap. There were too many blank spaces in her thoughts about their future.
Spaces can be anything. The space between us can be both finite and infinite. Space is something that cannot be defined but also that can be infinitely striated. Do not define, only feel space.
Empty spaces are not really empty. They are full of stories and meaning.
empty, lonely, open, wide, alive, dorm rooms, me, earth, orbit, fun, alive, space. astronauts, kennedy, florida, stars, sun, planets, life. love. space. flying, living, dancing, rooms, houses
The hotel room
The open area beneath the door
The gap between the beams in the walls
That hideout spot in the backyard
The woods
The small meadows between trees
The backseat of a car.
The space i am in i spend a lot of time in since it is my room. i think a lot in here. for example on my bed..when i fall asleep i think about what i cant have and i dont like it. but its all i can think about it is just frustrating at times. i like this space.
I walked into the empty spaces between the shadows and the light. The breeze was loud enough to drown out the sound of my breathing. Waiting for something to happen, I looked up at the clouds, but was unable to see any pictures in the sky.
the universe is BIG.
i like stars.
even though in the winter it has to be really really cold for you to see them. in town.
universes. plural. there’s lots of them, you know.
i can’t see very well
there are spaces everywhere. some filled, some not. some will be void forever and others will never know that they were empty. spaces can not be defined. they stretch on forever-unrestrained, answering to nothing
I never liked wide open spaces. They’re like a giant mirror that only reflects how small we really are, showing us how on this tiny planet of ours – regardless of what we do – we’ll eventually be forgotten; never existing, just empty space.
There are spaces in between our ears. There are spaces in between spaces. There are spaces between us. There are spaces out in space. If space could talk, then space would say, “far out”. Space between us has grown to a point where I think we need some space.
i can crawl and crawl and crawl and cut my lip on big grey yellow grates and cut my lip while watching purple couches and furniture from the grate top left left window and it’s full of dust here big dirty dust.
spaces fill my head like the places i used to know when i was younger big balloons like big melons dripping over seeds in the sky and all i can do is write this melody and watch it float away in the sky and meet with the goodyear blimp and watch us all from way up high. what can we do to stop the incessant push towards an inevtiable end?
I feel the openness and fullness of being. With all of the heat in between I can make a world. It’s not the atom that makes the difference, it’s the space between that drives the life around us, the life within us. The energy is there.
There are many spaces in my house. Large living room, small kitchen, little nook. Porch. enough space to have to yell for my roommates. Enough space to live.
“I don’t like empty spaces,” she muttered.
I looked at her critically. “You have to fix this anyway,” I said, waving at the bookcase. “It’s a mess.”
She shuffled her feet and didn’t meet my eyes.
the spaces in my room are full and so little to begin with. It’s like I slipping to a twilight room where the night meets the day and vice versa. It would clean up good to say that I love this way and hope it works this way forever or as time itself.
waiting to be filled with sumthing. gaps. my life has plenty of spaces. People do not give me enough freaking space to breathe! This world does not have enogh space. but so much space nd so much room… How come everyone is alone?
i don’t want to fill up any more space, she whispered to the darkness.
it’s humiliating. please let me be disappear.
her wish could not be granted as she was already close to disappearing. what more did she want?
she’s delusional, the darkness thought to itself.
The spaces between you and I are infinite. You seem to be something that I cannot grasp. The dead air and still darkness is a constant reminder that you are far beyond what I’m capable of having, able to keep for myself.
I don’t know if I prefer small spaces or wide open spaces. When I am sitting in a big room I like to pull myself in tight but when I am with a bunch on people on a couch or lying on my small dorm bed i like to spread out as much as possible…
you’re the closest thing i’ve felt to love.
i use to reject the thought of fallingin love so young.
but you filled the empty spaces.
then you just threw it away.
and i don’t see why i felt that way about you.
i was crushed.
hurt.
you just stopped talking to me.
without an explanation.
don’t you think i deserve one?
filling in the blanks between your already empty words. my favorite part is listening to your breathing through the crystals, over the airwaves. so much more said in silence.
heart to heart relationship
Boxes and squares. Empty until they are filled by the doodles of an abstract mind. Bored extrovert, bored introvert, all the same when presented with a space to explode and a mind that’s left the building.
I like open spaces. I feel empty enough without being enclosed by four walls. Give me dirt under my feet, give me dew on the tall grass, give me an orange sunset in a Florida field, give me open spaces.
The space in between.
I’m pretty sure that’s a song. Or a line from a song, but I’m blanking out as per what it sounds like. Gap teeth are not very attractive to me, and they used to show a promiscuous woman. Now there’s another song.
I think it’s sing-a-long time in Barrett House.
The space between … it’s a song.
There are spaces between your fingers and when you trace them you get a turkey.
Space, my very educated mother just served us nine pizzas or did she now serve us nothing since they exiled pluto?
We love crosswords. you know a five letter word for turtle U_u_U
Spaces no space. Doesnt make sense. But I try. spaces
Infinite
Uncontrollable
Magnificent
Going to stop hitting Enter Ok/
wow
fail
IM DOING IT AGAIN!
Spaces are not relevant so yah
I try so hard
eww
sounded naughty
spaces are all there ever is between us. I could fit an ocean in the things we never say. I reach out to pull you closer to me and I fall into the spaces of your voice, as it echoes in my head.
spaces. spaces are what separate the words that i’m writing. without spaces, sentences would look like this: imwritingathingforthiswebsitethatistumbleduponusingthenewapplicationigotfromfacebook.
now that’s not that easy to read is it? so aren’t you glad that we invented the space? spaces also brings to mind space, like stars and planets and spaceships and shit. i just did a physics project on space, it was kinda interesting but kinda boring. do you think aliens exist? i do, but not in our solar system. and i don’t mean lame bacteria, i mean real aliens who have a language and everything. that would be so cool if we found aliens. i’ve never seen star trek, but there sure is a lot of hype about it.
theres so many of them open
i had one time plotted in one of your brains many…
i could advance a few more () on your gameboard
im losing it into these pieces of outer …
complete these empty ones in my heart
there will never be an incomplete section of () in your life
I cant have enough to go t
Spaces it is something we fill with things we might not always need. They are what people fall in between, they are little inconviences that god has put on earth to make us write about. It is in which separates our words from meshed letters to great brilancy.
outer. inner. between. lots of. blanks. between two solids. dark matter. black holes. spaces isn’t a word. like wth is spaces? it should be singular.
mine are all filled with you now–they were empty with hurt & disappointment for the longest time…love and contentment now thrive there…where you are–and will be forever. thank you.
spaces are empty. they are possiblities
they can be fun
they can really suck
they are what you make them
they are defined by their borders, but you make up what happens in side of them
spaces separate, but the can also unite. Spaces are for you to discover.
the spaces between my fingers you fill and feel with yours. the spaces between my arms you wrap and wrap with yours. the open spaces accessible by air…you and your warmth are there. the spaces closed for private viewing are yours…right there.
we all have spaces. we all need spaces. spaces imply borderlines, and they imply divisiveness. everyone takes a side. everyone maintains a space. spaces are neither good nor evil: they just are, whether they’re microscopic or macroscopic.
So when I think of spaces, I think of the Dixie Chicks and their dreams of having wide open ones. Now I just have country music in my head. That’s neither good nor bad on this rainy Oregon evening. Next thought, parking spaces…and how do I find the best one at Saturday Market?
I cannot reach you from where you lie, cased in stone inside your mind. Shut out. Too great a distance between loved ones hurts. So does being too close. Happiness is balance. That amkes me think of prairiedaisy (Wendy, I think) and our conversation like that.
It was only inches, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body heat, yet it felt like miles. She didn’t know how to begin to reach out just to brush fingertips to close the gap. There were too many blank spaces in her thoughts about their future.