If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. But if I'm right, it's scary. So take a step back and read this.
They are more resilient than they look, so that an undetermined poke or half-hearted effort won’t break them. They are transparent, and this serves a double purpose; there is a comforting, almost pure feel to them but, more importantly, it makes it hard to tell which side you are facing from. They are tricky little devils whose shape can be distorted, creating a false illusion of change. But what changes is the shape, and that is superficial, the essence remains the same. They can take beautiful, iridescent colors that can lure and hypnotize into a state that has the warmth, safety and nostalgia of childhood. But worst of all, they merge. To form larger ones, which are the truly dangerous ones. Because, when trapped in a large one, you can’t see then ends of it. So you think you are free, when you are really not.
I only know because I used to be trapped in a bubble like that. Escaping it took a long time, and was the loneliest thing I ever had to do. Nowadays, it’s always there, floating nearby, like the illusion of a madman. Even though it’s heavy, filled with tears, fears and dark moments, it persistently won’t sink. It will never sink. That can be scary, but, in essence, it’s a gift. Because, knowing its resilience, I use it to float safely in turbulent waters. Letting the currents take me forward, until I reach happier moments, when I let go of it again. I’ve turned my bubble and the past it engulfs into a strength and an ally.
Today, as I walked past you and saw you walking backwards, you reminded me of the right way forward. And for that, I'll be grateful. I couldn’t take you that way, even if I set my mind on it. Because the slippery bubble you are trapped in escapes my hands. But I could be there for you as a friend, and I could show you some magic. Some basic bubble-breaking tricks. They wouldn’t take your breath away, but they would give it back to you.
p.s. [http://dolphinbubbles.net/]
They are more resilient than they look, so that an undetermined poke or half-hearted effort won’t break them. They are transparent, and this serves a double purpose; there is a comforting, almost pure feel to them but, more importantly, it makes it hard to tell which side you are facing from. They are tricky little devils whose shape can be distorted, creating a false illusion of change. But what changes is the shape, and that is superficial, the essence remains the same. They can take beautiful, iridescent colors that can lure and hypnotize into a state that has the warmth, safety and nostalgia of childhood. But worst of all, they merge. To form larger ones, which are the truly dangerous ones. Because, when trapped in a large one, you can’t see then ends of it. So you think you are free, when you are really not.
I only know because I used to be trapped in a bubble like that. Escaping it took a long time, and was the loneliest thing I ever had to do. Nowadays, it’s always there, floating nearby, like the illusion of a madman. Even though it’s heavy, filled with tears, fears and dark moments, it persistently won’t sink. It will never sink. That can be scary, but, in essence, it’s a gift. Because, knowing its resilience, I use it to float safely in turbulent waters. Letting the currents take me forward, until I reach happier moments, when I let go of it again. I’ve turned my bubble and the past it engulfs into a strength and an ally.
Today, as I walked past you and saw you walking backwards, you reminded me of the right way forward. And for that, I'll be grateful. I couldn’t take you that way, even if I set my mind on it. Because the slippery bubble you are trapped in escapes my hands. But I could be there for you as a friend, and I could show you some magic. Some basic bubble-breaking tricks. They wouldn’t take your breath away, but they would give it back to you.
p.s. [http://dolphinbubbles.net/]