bubbles

you cant contain them in you any longer,
you feel so tired and exhausted.
hence, you let them go.
you blow your soul away,
you see them escaping you slowly, freely.
and right away you feel light inside.

yes, you feel so light.

you watch those transparent, colorless image that reflect the innocent rainbow,
those small, round crystals that seem so graceful dancing in the air,
those countless, delicate foams of your soul's soap that hold your strength in,

your sanity,

your guts,
your everything,

leaving you further
and further away.
you leave them on their own,

uncared, unloved.

but you leave them untouched, for you fear your cold fingertip might break them.
and you wish they would remain the way they are.

nevertheless.

you wish they would remain unbroken and visible to your very own eyes.
you wish unseen wings would keep them swaying up to the sky bed
sticking with the cloud during the day and dancing with the stars at night.
you wish all that.
despite the truth that they would disappear before you could even whisper all those wishes to them
and the truth that you are no longer you the moment you blow them to mingle with the air of nowhere.