the bubble

Imagine another skin. Which shines. Which gives the world a
charmed edge. This is the bubble. The bubble drifts through life,
tasting its wonder and adding to the wonder of that taste.
However, nothing is as simple as it looks. In order to move, the
force within the bubble has to pedal like crazy. From the outside
the bubble appears to glide like a swan. It is not quite like that on
the inside. Futhermore, the bubble, like all bubbles, is fragile. It
knows it is. It's a part of its beauty, but it also means that life is
lived on a perpetual edge. For all that, the bubble is unique. It is a
blessed bubble, striding the blast.


holloway
03.01.06