Bubbles

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...