I want to escape in a space between the parentheses, sundering my existence from life's chaotic scenes. Perhaps, in there, I'd find peace in the quiet corners of my own daydream—a realm where only I matters. I crave silence, the kind that lets me hear soft echoes of my own thoughts. If only the world, even for just a moment, would pause.
How greedy of I, to wish for something so out of reach. A space in between the parentheses where I couldn't even fit.