In my own bubble I'm resting my head on my hands, eyes rolling around, and zoning out. In my own bubble, I'm laying down, I see you coming closer with sharp edgy pins in your hands trying to burst my bubble. In my own bubble, I'm scared. In my own bubble, I'm wearing the mask of a legendary hero. In my own bubble, I'm promising myself to grasp the good of this world, to make it mine. In my own bubble, my heart is racing, my tears are involuntary shedding despite all the power exerted by my brain to stop them from flowing. In my own bubble, I can see you getting closer and closer.
The end of my bubble is declared by the echoing sound of the burst. The shredded parts of the bubble were all over the place, here lies my dreams, and there lies my hopes. Like a baby for the first time I'm meeting the world, blurry are the faces, fading are the sounds, and burning is the light. Here I am, collecting the pieces of my comfort bubble. Like jigsaw puzzle pieces, time will be needed to reform the bubble allover again. Like a jigsaw puzzle, I'll be able to see the cracks and rifts between each and every piece. My bubble will never be whole again.
Dear real world, I would have asked for a better meeting; but you hadn't waited. Dear real world, frenemies we became.
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