"the closer the objects, the scarier they get 
and there will be a time when your mind will be set 
to the convenience of order of the walls you refuse to miss 
longing for the taste of cold, hard ground to kiss" 
he is not sure if he knows, what her words are about 
- assumptions and doubts. 
all that he knows, is that the chill and the calm in her voice 
are doing their best to make him question every choice, lose his only voice. 
because his head still smokes from all the turns, 
and it doesn't seem to stop despite the lessons that he learns 
in moments he is free from everything, 
he keeps on breathing out while the air is getting thin. 
because outer space is not big enough sometimes.