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Bubbles

they come out of my ears

cause they were once my thoughts

some are large

some are small 

and some come out already faded

Those are the ones my subconscious leaks out

they come out already breaking apart

for I am not ready to remember and figure them out

like a puzzle I thought would be fun to make

but gave up upon when I realized the picture would be ugly

they come out of my mouth sometimes

like those times that you're practicing to say something

and you just push air with your lips

or those times that you thought you had something

and your teeth stay unconnected and hanging

then he walks away

...

Bubbles

As a child I loved bubbles ( still do I mean)

When you try to catch them in your mouth

or you keep hoping one of them won't pop

till they reach the highest part of they sky

I guess because, that's the closest of what a dream would look like

...

I feel trapped in one at times

like I am a goldfish in ritual of choosing

of looking at the submarine or the castle or that rock over there

over and over the same thing everyday

too bad I don't have a five second memory

But a lot of the time I like being in one

like when I'm laying down next to him

I feel like nothing can penetrate this moment or time

Something we both felt and keep together in our minds

This is a place that we could both share

Bubbles

They just come from soapy water

But they look like crystal balls

you could watch your destiny

or pop them and choose your own

Or hopefully if there strong enough

and choose not too break

they could float up to the sky

and your dream will never fade...

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