She holds the pen and flips the pages,
She realizes that she has so much to tell you,
Yet the thoughts never materialize into words.
Seasons are changing
Waves are crashing...
Drowning in the pit she dug for herself…
Every time she tries to rise,
It floats upon the surface of the darkness, in which she is drowning,
pbbly sorrows know how to swim and agony knows her guild.
Can she burn the maze she grew?
Can she, don’t think so…
The intricacy of the game is defeating her,
It’s leaving several questions unanswered . . .
Hope she finds a way to tell you everything by saying nothing. . .
In that bubble,
protected from the trouble.
She was happy and glad,
floating through the sea in her own glee . . .
In her hallowed territory for dreamers, dreams la la la
With you as its guardian angel . . .
Carrying her in a tiny shiny ball, blowing it all the while . . .
Singing a lullaby with your charcoal treated voice.
Up in air la la la la…
With your game of keeping her up in air while you have your potty break you blew her bubble high high high . . . whoosh ...she went la la la . . .
Happy seeing similar territories craved by other bubble blowers … curious about the other bubble blowers. . . tring ring ring. . .
All the while thinking she did tell you how it was out there… how it was to be blown by a snow flake blower.
You warned her, you shouted, that 0.64852 milliliter of blood, you did all you could to stop her . . .
She didn’t know when her fling with the snow flake bubble blower turned into an addiction . . .
Blown by other bubble blower she went up ,up up in air……. ra ra ra ra. . .
All the while she did notice the snow flaked bubble blower was sucking a part of her…her bubble was reducing . . .*crying she went searching for her guardian bubble blower*
You gave her a look from corner of his eye . . .all the while blowing Turkish Spanish zululu bubbles . . .la la laTo be continued...
