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A bubble tense
Encompassing you and me
Beyond which only
A certain haze we see
Comfortable here
In these moments priceless
The shadows of reality
Though on its walls may press
Threatening its existence
With the tiniest prick
Like a gust of wind
Blowing over a meek wick
Letting the world outside
Remain indistinct, blurry
Restricting ourselves to comprehend
Only what we wish to see


It’s drizzling

Drops like pearls flowing

Elevating my mood

Without knowing


There’s lightening

And roaring thunder

The world outside

Going asunder


Yet here I sit

Cradling my

Favorite book

With a wistful sigh


Entangled in

The lives of those

Characters painted

Surreal, yet too close


Then there is

The faint music

Feeling melancholy

I’d always pick


This is me

In my own little world

At peace with the warmth

On the sofa, curled


Dreading the reality

Outside my bubble

Perplexed as to why

I need to undergo that trouble


Where stories don’t

Go the way you’d want them to

Where you wish you could

Be the author of life too


Where people may not

Arouse these sentiments

Which my favorite things

To me have lent


Yet life moves on

Wading through the muck

In the same vicious cycle

Even if we seem to be stuck


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