When I think of a bubble, I think of a safe haven...So short lived yet so comforting. That moment in time when everything is going so well or when you want to forget that everything is infact chaotic. Life in itself a bubble that contains many other bubbles of your life in the form of cherished moments. A bubble usually reflects and encompasses its environment with a little more colour... You know, how things should be in the first place. Unfortunately, there is no everlasting bubble. In Nelly Furtado's dilemma, I ask. Why do all good things come to an end? We are then faced with the most determining options...To bask in that bubble, take in the ever fresh whiff, saving every moment that can never be duplicated,consciously oblivious of the fleeting pleasure or to find yourself painfully counting down till the pressure around tears down the walls of your fortress. The choice is really yours. I hear you asking..."What will you choose?'
I'll choose life. I'll choose one supernatural moment over the regular ones. I'll choose one sweet poison over an abundance of bitter antidotes. I'll choose the warmth and the freedom in such enclosed space. I'll choose to be happy in the bubble...The joy of trying to recreate it when it is gone will be enough comfort than the pain of watching it go away, knowing I can do absolutely nothing about it.
Rest in Peace Sheyi...
Rest in Peace Dagrin...
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