I've always wondered, how it feels like to live in a bubble. Born to loving people who blew them to life, in a small ball of love.... Surrounded by an aura of soft light, protected from the harsh rays of the summer sun ..... With the deafening noises of the outside world a faint, distant melody to their little ears....
Rising and dipping ... moving to the tunes of the whistling wind, or float in the warm breath of cute lil kids.... feel good to be the very reason for their smiles.. Or even better feel good to know that they are the very reason that you're born and alive....
To be within a shell, away from the maddening world. To be born, lived and die without losing the purity and innocence you were born with, cuz you break and end at the touch of the harsh and the mean...
I still wonder how it feels to live in a bubble... but somehow.... I feel good... about not having to have lived in a bubble.....
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