Space.

Sometimes,
All I need,
And all I want,
Are some spaces,
And breaks,
From every single thing,
From everyone.

To be able to figure out,
Who am I really?
What I really want?
What I need to be?
Where should I stand?
Why am I doing what I've been doing for all this time?
And,
Many more.

I hate to think.
But I need to.
Or else,
I'll lost.

Due to my own wrong ways and decisions.