Bubbles, yes bubbles. They are one of the luckest things in this world. They are a spare of the moment thing. They are free and do not last long enough to feel pain. For this reason and this reason only I would give my world to be a bubble.
But there is also the fact the they pop when impacting another object. They are cold on contact. And in these ways I am a bubble. The are a few of them, who last longer then a second...who cling to our world and our reality. Why? I do not know.
Maybe freedom is a joke, an impossible idea like Utopia. But all I do no is that I would give my life to see what it feels like to be a bubble. Free, small and discrete. With all the same simple ending: POP!
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This is my hello and goodbye to the world!!!
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