Bubbles

Bubbles
Everywhere
The world warped on the skin
Colors meld together
Yet remain seperate
Watching, observing

Silent

At times the art is good
At times it would rather burn
A bubble still remains
Lurking in the air
Nothing to say

Not even a thank you

Orbs that stare
Orbs that judge
Unfair, these transparent shields
Bubbles are free
They roam where the current takes them
Carefree and able to bring joy
Still one lingers

Honestly
Knowing that one remains
Currents of peace
Wash over the soul

Aches remain
Why?
Bubbles refuse to talk.
 

a particular someone checks my blogsand i know who it isbut he gets to stalk my pageseven as a fellow artisteven as a friendhe is allowed to block me on everythingi just wish you'd at least talk to mei know you go to my ask pagei'm not angryit's just not fairpleaseso just message me

◄ Used Art

Golden Brown ►

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