My Bubble… #Poetry #Fiction

Image by Alexa from Pixabay 

I occupy the space inside a sweet bubble.
Barely hearing a whisper
Travelling through the parallel universe
Trying to find value in all I see and hear
The impact on my mind is symbolic at best.
I do not have to feign interest.
I feel like an initiate.
Hoping my mind has become a sponge.
When I break free from my bubble
To make use of all I have seen and heard.
To move, to change, to lead my best life…


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