My Bubble

Once i traversed my timeline, in the same way I had done always

I noticed my bubble changing

And the hue of the suds displaying

Little changes of the arrangement

Of the way that I was floating

and I only noticed this when I revisited the bubble that I used to be in.

I could see her submerged there,

Judging the path ahead

Imagining where the suds might be too much

So just staying inside that bubble

Only moving just enough

to keep inside its silence

To wade through the paces of its lightness

Ignoring the paths that could veer off

As I knew that if I just kept going

That would be enough.

My bubble kept blowing forward

Happily while I idly lay inside it

I didn’t know anything else

I couldn’t see outside myself

What do I do with this hindsight

Stay blind to its blatant insight

This bubble that was comfortable

Now feels unfeeling,

And quite numb...

When I focus on the furnace of my unbridled desires

It emits a scent that I cannot make sense of

Death of some familiarity screams at me

Everytime I try to close my mind to dream

My earthly face melts in this unearthly realm

And I wake up to my pulse raising

Roaring and raging for a new me

Or a new something

My shoulders are kept scrunched up

While this bubble is in place

When I pop this shield  I can move anything

In a roaring, gentle, grace