Why does some space fit
And some does not?
Like a pair of shoes
Or gloves
Or a hat
That are the right size
On paper
But just do not fit
In person
Whilst bigger
Than shoes, gloves and hats
Some rooms can be the same
A hotel room
May be small
But a perfect fit
Yet a bigger room
Chafes
Rubs you up the wrong way
You cannot settle
You long to leave
One room full off people
Makes you all at ease
But put the same people
In another room
And people fidget
They pace
Ill at ease
But put me outdoors
Or let me simply
Stare out a window
And space disappears
Or at least a sense of being in it
The way your are in
A pair of shoes
Or gloves
Or a hat
I know the space is there
But i forget i am in it
Because it fits
Some rooms constrain my soul
The lack of a room
Liberates it
Outdoors spaces
Fit me
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