My precious Elevator air

Here i am in the elevator, i got into it real quick...last thing i want is someone to jump in with me...i dont need the fake smiles...awkward hellos.. the long unexplained nervous silence...phhhewww! glad im here alone with my precious elevator air just for me...going up...going down...going up...going down...then down.........then down...
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Then it stops...it all stops..even ur heart beat stops, and u want it to stop..cuz u need time to think.

Think about the elevator ..your elevator...that small box that defines ur personal space...that imaginary space we work so hard to protect and maintain; Some call it personal space, others call it boundaries, people even refer to it as 'intimacy issues'...but i don't wanna talk about that ;)


when i come to think of it, All we really want is to be close to someone.

Fine!

Yet sometimes we tend to keep our distance and pretend not to care about others...We hop into our elevator and press that '><' button 137 times a second like our lives literally depend on it.

And some other fewer times, we lower our defenses, we dont press buttons, we just stand there alone and wait hopefully for no one to get in (w yeb2a esmena 3amalna elly 3alena!), and we phewwwww all we want once the elevator shuts its shielding doors automatically on us.

What if we tear down our defenses? What if we dress up, having our best heartfelt smile on, step in and keep pressing '<>' hopefully for someone to share the ride? what if we let ourselves for once be Open to the idea of being Close?

And suuuuuure, sometimes close can be too CLOSE; But sometimes, that invasion of personal space....that someone stuck in the elevator with u and breathing aaaall ur precious air, can be EXACTLY what you need ;)